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 Palau and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Make Up to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Lou Christie,
Eric Dolphy,
Visage,
48th St. Collective,
Chris & Cosey,
Moss Icon,
Peter and Kerry,
Fat Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gun Club,
Urselle,
Black Pus,
Barry Ungar,
Sun City Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Subhumans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
JFA,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Bananas,
The Raincoats,
The Martian,
Magma,
The Wake,
The Golliwogs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Dead C,
The Sonics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bush Tetras,
AZ,
Glenn Branca,
Monolake,
The Mojo Men,
Reuben Wilson,
Robert Wyatt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bill Near,
Tubeway Army,
Babytalk,
Anthony Braxton,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cymande,
Deadbeat,
The Doors,
The Stooges,
Neu!,
Warren Ellis,
Nik Kershaw,
Porter Ricks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Magazine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mantronix,
The Fugs,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cure,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Leaves,
the Association,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.