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 Jamaica and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Soul Sonic Force to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Audionom,
Davy DMX,
Infiniti,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Negative Approach,
a-ha,
Boz Scaggs,
Joy Division,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sixth Finger,
Urselle,
The Barracudas,
Crash Course in Science,
Lower 48,
Nik Kershaw,
The Electric Prunes,
Wally Richardson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultra Naté,
Shuggie Otis,
Ponytail,
Can,
Kas Product,
Bronski Beat,
Delta 5,
D'Angelo,
Reuben Wilson,
Blake Baxter,
Pantaleimon,
Au Pairs,
Cal Tjader,
B.T. Express,
EPMD,
Kenny Larkin,
Barrington Levy,
Barbara Tucker,
Marmalade,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stetsasonic,
Dark Day,
The Last Poets,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
One Last Wish,
Fatback Band,
Main Source,
Andrew Hill,
Vladislav Delay,
Joyce Sims,
Eli Mardock,
Hashim,
The Black Dice,
the Slits,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Trojans,
Warren Ellis,
The Smoke,
The Fugs,
Eric Dolphy,
Sam Rivers,
Yaz,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.