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 Egypt and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fortunes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Lungfish,
Schoolly D,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Todd Terry,
Depeche Mode,
Skriet,
The Neon Judgement,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marc Almond,
Duran Duran,
The Music Machine,
Jacob Miller,
Metal Thangz,
Fat Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Main Source,
Mission of Burma,
Roger Hodgson,
Negative Approach,
Jeff Lynne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eric Dolphy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sugar Minott,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Shadows of Knight,
Albert Ayler,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Reed,
Cluster,
The Litter,
Pulsallama,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
KRS-One,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nils Olav,
Peter & Gordon,
David Bowie,
Pere Ubu,
Ken Boothe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dark Day,
Godley & Creme,
Newcleus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
FM Einheit,
Marcia Griffiths,
Morten Harket,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sällskapet,
Motorama,
Vainqueur,
Deadbeat,
The Durutti Column,
Gichy Dan,
Pylon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Happenings,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.