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 Yemen and from Beijing.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Monks,
Tomorrow,
Fela Kuti,
Fear,
Quando Quango,
Bob Dylan,
The Pretty Things,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eric Dolphy,
Skarface,
Liliput,
The Trojans,
This Heat,
The Beau Brummels,
Crooked Eye,
the Association,
Henry Cow,
Deepchord,
The Doors,
Crime,
Harry Pussy,
Eric Copeland,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scrapy,
Derrick May,
The Barracudas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jerry's Kids,
Ice-T,
Chrome,
Minor Threat,
Mission of Burma,
The Kinks,
The Move,
Howard Jones,
The Fugs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Morten Harket,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bang On A Can,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eurythmics,
Lucky Dragons,
T. Rex,
The Sound,
Deadbeat,
Ludus,
Soul II Soul,
China Crisis,
Yazoo,
Goldenarms,
Schoolly D,
Black Moon,
Aswad,
Alice Coltrane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.