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 Somalia and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin 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 New Age Steppers to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Sandy B,
Dawn Penn,
This Heat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultravox,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rites of Spring,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deepchord,
Pagans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Knickerbockers,
La Düsseldorf,
New Order,
DJ Sneak,
Ornette Coleman,
Cameo,
The Standells,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kas Product,
The Count Five,
Marcia Griffiths,
Laurel Aitken,
John Holt,
Organ,
Echospace,
Bluetip,
The Fugs,
Mo-Dettes,
Little Man,
Nirvana,
Chrome,
Peter and Kerry,
Anthony Braxton,
Deadbeat,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jacob Miller,
Quantec,
Intrusion,
kango's stein massive,
Eric Copeland,
Ossler,
The Remains,
DNA,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crispy Ambulance,
Derrick Morgan,
Joyce Sims,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Sherman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Lydon,
H. Thieme,
David Axelrod,
Joy Division,
Minnie Riperton,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.