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 Jordan and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Fluxion to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
The Tremeloes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gories,
Absolute Body Control,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fire Engines,
Essential Logic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Accadde A,
Swans,
Peter and Kerry,
John Coltrane,
Suicide,
Model 500,
Arab on Radar,
Alton Ellis,
L. Decosne,
Barry Ungar,
Mission of Burma,
Jacob Miller,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Sonics,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soul II Soul,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Last Poets,
Tomorrow,
Quando Quango,
Hasil Adkins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Holt,
Lyres,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Todd Rundgren,
Soft Cell,
Donny Hathaway,
The Monks,
Heaven 17,
Amazonics,
Davy DMX,
Talk Talk,
Neil Young,
The Fugs,
Hot Snakes,
Althea and Donna,
Los Fastidios,
8 Eyed Spy,
PIL,
Chris & Cosey,
Brothers Johnson,
Kas Product,
Juan Atkins,
Terry Callier,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Charles Mingus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Halsall,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eli Mardock,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.