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 Cuba and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Rakim to the dance 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Radiopuhelimet,
Quantec,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rosa Yemen,
The Mojo Men,
The Young Rascals,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eric Copeland,
Dennis Brown,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Raincoats,
Black Bananas,
The Skatalites,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barrington Levy,
Mars,
Gang Gang Dance,
Swans,
Wire,
Peter and Kerry,
Soft Cell,
Reuben Wilson,
Ten City,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Terry Callier,
The Victims,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rekid,
JFA,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Robert Wyatt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Bar-Kays,
The Dave Clark Five,
Q and Not U,
The Black Dice,
Suicide,
Minny Pops,
Subhumans,
Yazoo,
World's Most,
Thompson Twins,
The Toasters,
Slick Rick,
Joe Finger,
Popol Vuh,
Alton Ellis,
Absolute Body Control,
ABBA,
Mad Mike,
Porter Ricks,
Index,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Panda Bear,
Visage,
Scientists,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ice-T,
The Human League,
Jacques Brel,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.