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 Portugal and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Mark Hollis to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crispy Ambulance,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stiv Bators,
Man Parrish,
Skaos,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
MC5,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stereo Dub,
Organ,
John Foxx,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joe Finger,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lightning Bolt,
Kenny Larkin,
Porter Ricks,
Talk Talk,
Gong,
John Coltrane,
Unrelated Segments,
Patti Smith,
Archie Shepp,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jerry's Kids,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Monolake,
Amon Düül II,
Nico,
Tears for Fears,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Moebius,
The Music Machine,
Intrusion,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cure,
Eurythmics,
Procol Harum,
Cameo,
Lou Reed,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mary Jane Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Supertramp,
Crash Course in Science,
The Remains,
Cymande,
Eli Mardock,
Davy DMX,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Associates,
Scott Walker,
Symarip,
Neil Young,
Lucky Dragons,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dave Gahan,
10cc,
Lalann,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.