Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Rwanda and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing X-101 to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Max Romeo,
Juan Atkins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lebanon Hanover,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DJ Style,
Aaron Thompson,
LL Cool J,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
kango's stein massive,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
June Days,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Schoolly D,
Nico,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Youth Brigade,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Porter Ricks,
Minor Threat,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Negative Approach,
The Golliwogs,
T.S.O.L.,
Chrome,
The Fortunes,
Das Ding,
Bobby Womack,
Pussy Galore,
Terry Callier,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Evens,
Gang of Four,
Soulsonic Force,
The Pretty Things,
World's Most,
Gil Scott Heron,
Excepter,
Black Flag,
Easy Going,
Pere Ubu,
Skarface,
Cameo,
Steve Hackett,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Half Japanese,
Circle Jerks,
Eve St. Jones,
Scion,
Smog,
Electric Light Orchestra,
James White and The Blacks,
Roy Ayers,
Grey Daturas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.