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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
the Human League,
Surgeon,
Patti Smith,
The Fire Engines,
Pere Ubu,
The Moody Blues,
The Detroit Cobras,
Anakelly,
The Names,
Eric Copeland,
Sun Ra,
Shoche,
Unwound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Siglo XX,
Public Enemy,
The Five Americans,
The Blackbyrds,
Terry Callier,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Searchers,
The Angels of Light,
Robert Hood,
The Golliwogs,
Todd Rundgren,
Lyres,
Pole,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marvin Gaye,
The J.B.'s,
Hashim,
The Moleskins,
Sixth Finger,
Brothers Johnson,
Franke,
Negative Approach,
Delta 5,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Last Poets,
Mark Hollis,
Infiniti,
Little Man,
Don Cherry,
Ponytail,
AZ,
K-Klass,
John Coltrane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Royal Trux,
The Martian,
Parry Music,
Faraquet,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.