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 Tunisia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cybotron to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Grauzone,
The Monochrome Set,
Minny Pops,
JFA,
Kayak,
the Association,
Mr. Review,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eric B and Rakim,
Clear Light,
Black Pus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rites of Spring,
Arab on Radar,
the Germs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Groovy Waters,
Jeff Lynne,
Skriet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Al Stewart,
Nirvana,
Jeff Mills,
Animal Collective,
Severed Heads,
The Beau Brummels,
Shoche,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marmalade,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gladiators,
The Index,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marc Almond,
Soft Cell,
Charles Mingus,
Angry Samoans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brick,
The Moody Blues,
Y Pants,
Don Cherry,
Dead Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wire,
The Misunderstood,
DJ Style,
Gang of Four,
the Slits,
Joey Negro,
The Birthday Party,
Moss Icon,
Howard Jones,
The Motions,
Monks,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Raincoats,
The Star Department,
Loose Ends,
Skarface,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.