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 Nicaragua and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes 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 FM Einheit to the punk 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Ossler,
Carl Craig,
Franke,
Monolake,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Drive Like Jehu,
T.S.O.L.,
EPMD,
Eve St. Jones,
Roy Ayers,
Rod Modell,
New Age Steppers,
Unwound,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gil Scott Heron,
Althea and Donna,
Kool Moe Dee,
Saccharine Trust,
Prince Buster,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Skatalites,
Black Bananas,
Bill Near,
Das Ding,
Wire,
The Doors,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Tremeloes,
David Bowie,
Technova,
Bobby Sherman,
Qualms,
Pylon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Todd Rundgren,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ken Boothe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Skarface,
the Bar-Kays,
Funkadelic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Sonics,
Whodini,
Lungfish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tim Buckley,
Godley & Creme,
Bush Tetras,
Stiv Bators,
Soul II Soul,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Smog,
The Golliwogs,
DNA,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.