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 Costa Rica and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Zapp to the grunge 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Sheep,
Stetsasonic,
Excepter,
the Soft Cell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Reuben Wilson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Todd Terry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Swell Maps,
Livin' Joy,
Harpers Bizarre,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Von Mondo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Loose Ends,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wire,
a-ha,
Skaos,
Cymande,
Neu!,
Bronski Beat,
Altered Images,
Lightning Bolt,
PIL,
Rufus Thomas,
Joy Division,
Pulsallama,
Deakin,
Minnie Riperton,
Grey Daturas,
Fad Gadget,
Kenny Larkin,
Can,
Graham Central Station,
The Fire Engines,
Lee Hazlewood,
Main Source,
Marine Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fugazi,
Pagans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Names,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cameo,
The Techniques,
Hasil Adkins,
Ken Boothe,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tommy Roe,
Whodini,
Bauhaus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Morten Harket,
Gong,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.