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 Mali and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bobby Womack to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultimate Spinach,
Whodini,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Harry Pussy,
Gabor Szabo,
Scion,
Bizarre Inc.,
B.T. Express,
Ken Boothe,
The Searchers,
Roy Ayers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Royal Trux,
Lakeside,
Arab on Radar,
The Stooges,
Circle Jerks,
Agitation Free,
Derrick May,
Jawbox,
David McCallum,
Monolake,
Alison Limerick,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ronan,
The Blues Magoos,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Erykah Badu,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Womack,
Gang of Four,
Quadrant,
Fear,
Agent Orange,
Alton Ellis,
This Heat,
KRS-One,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Heaven 17,
Scientists,
The Cure,
Amazonics,
Lee Hazlewood,
Quando Quango,
The Residents,
Warren Ellis,
The Beau Brummels,
Rufus Thomas,
The Angels of Light,
Audionom,
MDC,
Loose Ends,
John Cale,
The Busters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Television Personalities,
the Slits,
Q and Not U,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.