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 Botswana and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin 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 Eve St. Jones to the rap 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Dirtbombs,
The Skatalites,
Heaven 17,
The Grass Roots,
Angry Samoans,
Technova,
China Crisis,
Cameo,
Kaleidoscope,
Siglo XX,
Rosa Yemen,
Arab on Radar,
Los Fastidios,
The Young Rascals,
The Durutti Column,
Eden Ahbez,
Crash Course in Science,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Donny Hathaway,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Pus,
the Germs,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Modern Lovers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
a-ha,
Sarah Menescal,
Dead Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Faraquet,
Sun Ra,
Absolute Body Control,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mary Jane Girls,
Animal Collective,
James White and The Blacks,
Newcleus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Essential Logic,
Skaos,
Unwound,
Porter Ricks,
DJ Sneak,
Wings,
The Fugs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Das Ding,
Darondo,
Marine Girls,
Monolake,
EPMD,
Crooked Eye,
The Sonics,
Nas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yellowson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.