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 Belize and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Roxette to the rock 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Ken Boothe,
The Modern Lovers,
Infiniti,
Circle Jerks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Saints,
Underground Resistance,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lebanon Hanover,
Electric Prunes,
the Association,
Marvin Gaye,
Goldenarms,
Flash Fearless,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Slick Rick,
The Dead C,
The Kinks,
Fear,
Aural Exciters,
The Martian,
Max Romeo,
Marine Girls,
Ten City,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Skatalites,
Little Man,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Saccharine Trust,
Althea and Donna,
Oneida,
Mandrill,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Masters at Work,
Black Flag,
Deadbeat,
The Litter,
Joe Finger,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Skaos,
Kas Product,
Yusef Lateef,
Franke,
Silicon Teens,
The Angels of Light,
Gang of Four,
Skriet,
Leonard Cohen,
Yellowson,
The Evens,
Index,
Chris & Cosey,
Boredoms,
The Fire Engines,
JFA,
The Durutti Column,
Barry Ungar,
Lakeside,
Kurtis Blow,
Television,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mark Hollis,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.