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 Bologna.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer 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 The Gories to the jazz 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Dennis Brown,
Public Enemy,
Barry Ungar,
Yazoo,
Gang Starr,
Derrick May,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Spoonie Gee,
Skaos,
Siglo XX,
Thee Headcoats,
Q and Not U,
Dave Gahan,
The Music Machine,
The Move,
Brand Nubian,
The Busters,
Malaria!,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sixth Finger,
Connie Case,
The Barracudas,
Cybotron,
Maurizio,
Animal Collective,
Harmonia,
The Smoke,
X-Ray Spex,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Association,
Heaven 17,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Saints,
Roxette,
The Techniques,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cowsills,
Joy Division,
Cameo,
Excepter,
Marmalade,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nik Kershaw,
Saccharine Trust,
Jerry's Kids,
UT,
The Angels of Light,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mad Mike,
The Real Kids,
ABC,
Vainqueur,
Vladislav Delay,
Second Layer,
The Sonics,
Television Personalities,
Yaz,
Piero Umiliani,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.