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 Panama and from New York.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ 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 Procol Harum to the jazz 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
John Foxx,
A Certain Ratio,
Donald Byrd,
The New Christs,
X-Ray Spex,
Funky Four + One,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Agitation Free,
the Bar-Kays,
The Remains,
Public Enemy,
David Axelrod,
Outsiders,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Evens,
Marine Girls,
Rites of Spring,
Hoover,
The Gladiators,
Kurtis Blow,
Kas Product,
Peter and Kerry,
Ponytail,
the Soft Cell,
Chris Corsano,
Tears for Fears,
John Holt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Negative Approach,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Godley & Creme,
Eurythmics,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Offenders,
Johnny Clarke,
Sugar Minott,
Toni Rubio,
David Bowie,
This Heat,
Eddi Front,
JFA,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Young Marble Giants,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Iggy Pop,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Moss Icon,
Can,
Oblivians,
The Durutti Column,
Judy Mowatt,
MC5,
Amon Düül II,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ronan,
X-102,
Stetsasonic,
Visage,
Mandrill,
Bauhaus,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.