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 Jordan and from Mexico City.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro 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 Japan to the jazz 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Ronnie Foster,
Suicide,
Spoonie Gee,
PIL,
These Immortal Souls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Erasure,
Babytalk,
Warsaw,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Blancmange,
Lakeside,
Public Enemy,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Electric Prunes,
Shoche,
Joey Negro,
Deadbeat,
the Human League,
Wally Richardson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Second Layer,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Christie,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mr. Review,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Stooges,
Rites of Spring,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Radio Birdman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Zero Boys,
Barbara Tucker,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Unrelated Segments,
John Lydon,
Dead Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
Bob Dylan,
Black Pus,
Funkadelic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Flash Fearless,
Black Flag,
Eli Mardock,
Moebius,
The Zeros,
Graham Central Station,
Prince Buster,
Reuben Wilson,
New York Dolls,
Monks,
Icehouse,
Magma,
The Buckinghams,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The United States of America,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.