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 Samoa and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Mojo Men to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
The Move,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Charles Mingus,
The Fugs,
Bobby Womack,
Trumans Water,
Gang Green,
Byron Stingily,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Blossom Toes,
Idris Muhammad,
Unrelated Segments,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Schoolly D,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wolf Eyes,
Scion,
Monks,
Ultravox,
Make Up,
The Monks,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cure,
Zapp,
Ronan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Smoke,
Average White Band,
CMW,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Harmonia,
The Modern Lovers,
The Skatalites,
Grey Daturas,
Faust,
Shuggie Otis,
The Victims,
Lindisfarne,
Ronnie Foster,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gun Club,
Minny Pops,
Bang On A Can,
Stetsasonic,
Man Eating Sloth,
Suburban Knight,
Public Enemy,
EPMD,
Michelle Simonal,
Yusef Lateef,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Isaac Hayes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dual Sessions,
DJ Sneak,
Audionom,
The American Breed,
David Axelrod,
Mo-Dettes,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.