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 Iran and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 Eli Mardock to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
ABC,
The Fugs,
CMW,
Deakin,
Yellowson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Severed Heads,
Alphaville,
Public Enemy,
Pole,
Joe Finger,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marvin Gaye,
Ice-T,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Sound,
Circle Jerks,
The Monks,
The United States of America,
Andrew Hill,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ornette Coleman,
Skaos,
Agitation Free,
Spoonie Gee,
Sly & The Family Stone,
In Retrospect,
Flipper,
Avey Tare,
Aaron Thompson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Moon,
Cameo,
Gang Green,
Nils Olav,
Scion,
Livin' Joy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marine Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
Motorama,
Monks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ohio Players,
Accadde A,
Bronski Beat,
Cal Tjader,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fatback Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Slackers,
Scan 7,
Terrestrial Tones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
X-102,
The Electric Prunes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rakim,
Hardrive,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.