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 Lesotho and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 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 Bob Dylan to the jazz 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Lakeside,
Saccharine Trust,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marc Almond,
Gang of Four,
Buzzcocks,
Soft Machine,
LL Cool J,
Groovy Waters,
Carl Craig,
Rotary Connection,
Pierre Henry,
The Star Department,
Gil Scott Heron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rekid,
Al Stewart,
The Five Americans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bill Wells,
ABC,
Ponytail,
Half Japanese,
Curtis Mayfield,
Warren Ellis,
John Cale,
Symarip,
Johnny Clarke,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
L. Decosne,
OOIOO,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Moon,
Underground Resistance,
Avey Tare,
Chrome,
Scan 7,
Dennis Brown,
Spandau Ballet,
Bush Tetras,
Alice Coltrane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Red Krayola,
Pole,
The Count Five,
D'Angelo,
The Gladiators,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
The Music Machine,
Amazonics,
Pulsallama,
Fugazi,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang Starr,
Morten Harket,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.