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 El Salvador and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Intrusion to the electroclash 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
New Age Steppers,
The Real Kids,
Sun Ra,
Gang of Four,
Surgeon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ten City,
Lyres,
ABC,
Radio Birdman,
MC5,
F. McDonald,
Excepter,
Stereo Dub,
Livin' Joy,
DJ Sneak,
Mission of Burma,
Ornette Coleman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
X-101,
Easy Going,
The United States of America,
Smog,
Depeche Mode,
Talk Talk,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Anthony Braxton,
Sällskapet,
Duran Duran,
The Smoke,
Cluster,
Lucky Dragons,
La Düsseldorf,
Gabor Szabo,
Guru Guru,
LL Cool J,
The Count Five,
Sugar Minott,
The Index,
Interpol,
Bootsy Collins,
Amazonics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
10cc,
Mo-Dettes,
Flipper,
The Trojans,
The Toasters,
The Move,
Index,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Organ,
The Motions,
Pere Ubu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cal Tjader,
Sound Behaviour,
The Residents,
Ken Boothe,
Neu!,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.