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 Botswana and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Cameo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
the Sonics,
DNA,
The Star Department,
Gabor Szabo,
EPMD,
Marcia Griffiths,
Animal Collective,
Jesper Dahlback,
KRS-One,
In Retrospect,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultravox,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alice Coltrane,
Wasted Youth,
Soft Machine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
ABC,
Talk Talk,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sam Rivers,
Roy Ayers,
Visage,
Deepchord,
Robert Hood,
Tim Buckley,
The Selecter,
Scratch Acid,
Maurizio,
Marine Girls,
Al Stewart,
The Birthday Party,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deadbeat,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barbara Tucker,
Sound Behaviour,
The Martian,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Clear Light,
Nik Kershaw,
Royal Trux,
Schoolly D,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dawn Penn,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Soft Cell,
The Pop Group,
Curtis Mayfield,
Laurel Aitken,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mo-Dettes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Franke,
Thee Headcoats,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barclay James Harvest,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.