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 France and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Order to the crunk 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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
This Heat,
Amazonics,
Surgeon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Velvet Underground,
Isaac Hayes,
Wings,
Sister Nancy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Henry Cow,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Unwound,
the Soft Cell,
Roger Hodgson,
Ten City,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Arthur Verocai,
Niagra,
The Red Krayola,
Sun City Girls,
Tommy Roe,
Severed Heads,
Camberwell Now,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hashim,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mad Mike,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Absolute Body Control,
Pylon,
The Monochrome Set,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Pus,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Move,
Soul II Soul,
F. McDonald,
Jerry's Kids,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kaleidoscope,
Spoonie Gee,
David McCallum,
Mo-Dettes,
Accadde A,
Leonard Cohen,
Terry Callier,
Janne Schatter,
Hoover,
Nas,
David Bowie,
the Swans,
X-101,
Camouflage,
Ohio Players,
Thee Headcoats,
Q65,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Neu!,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.