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 Israel and from Madrid.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the techno 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Buzzcocks,
Liliput,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Delon & Dalcan,
ABC,
Archie Shepp,
Scrapy,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Selecter,
A Certain Ratio,
Mantronix,
Warsaw,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Livin' Joy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Blake Baxter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Japan,
Gang of Four,
Franke,
Jawbox,
Freddie Wadling,
China Crisis,
Fad Gadget,
Avey Tare,
Susan Cadogan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sam Rivers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Trojans,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gladiators,
Mandrill,
Harry Pussy,
Icehouse,
Suicide,
Urselle,
Ronan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kenny Larkin,
Siglo XX,
Quando Quango,
John Lydon,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Move,
Toni Rubio,
Grey Daturas,
FM Einheit,
Von Mondo,
Stereo Dub,
The Buckinghams,
Radio Birdman,
Deepchord,
Lou Christie,
Dave Gahan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
New York Dolls,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.