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 Poland 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jeff Mills to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sam Rivers,
X-102,
Marine Girls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Franke,
Isaac Hayes,
Soulsonic Force,
Todd Rundgren,
Andrew Hill,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fela Kuti,
Henry Cow,
Joey Negro,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Last Poets,
Quadrant,
Camberwell Now,
Ludus,
Donald Byrd,
The Young Rascals,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Womack,
Hot Snakes,
Soft Machine,
Howard Jones,
Television,
Barrington Levy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cal Tjader,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bang On A Can,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ronan,
L. Decosne,
Radiohead,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
David Bowie,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Sheep,
The Angels of Light,
Ultimate Spinach,
Albert Ayler,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Visage,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Public Enemy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
China Crisis,
The Techniques,
Arthur Verocai,
Soft Cell,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Red Krayola,
Fad Gadget,
Ituana,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.