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 Laos and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 The Fire Engines to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Mad Mike,
Eric B and Rakim,
L. Decosne,
Aloha Tigers,
The Electric Prunes,
Silicon Teens,
The Remains,
Darondo,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cowsills,
Niagra,
The Real Kids,
Pagans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rakim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Monks,
The Associates,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yellowson,
The Velvet Underground,
X-102,
The Last Poets,
Bluetip,
Mary Jane Girls,
E-Dancer,
Bootsy Collins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Saccharine Trust,
Amazonics,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fire Engines,
The Divine Comedy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
a-ha,
The Star Department,
Q65,
Alice Coltrane,
Eden Ahbez,
Kenny Larkin,
The Seeds,
Amon Düül II,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Red Krayola,
Pet Shop Boys,
Davy DMX,
The Smoke,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ken Boothe,
Barbara Tucker,
The Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
Joensuu 1685,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Boz Scaggs,
Echospace,
Theoretical Girls,
Wire,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.