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 Cyprus and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes 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 Mantronix to the grime 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Bobby Byrd,
Nick Fraelich,
Young Marble Giants,
Judy Mowatt,
Country Teasers,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Stooges,
Public Enemy,
R.M.O.,
Reuben Wilson,
Tommy Roe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Depeche Mode,
Agitation Free,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fall,
Ten City,
Alphaville,
Soft Cell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Misunderstood,
Flash Fearless,
Dennis Brown,
Guru Guru,
The Divine Comedy,
Sun City Girls,
Delta 5,
The Buckinghams,
Scan 7,
Bush Tetras,
David Axelrod,
Mantronix,
Fela Kuti,
Banda Bassotti,
Popol Vuh,
Ponytail,
Sandy B,
Barclay James Harvest,
Laurel Aitken,
Jacques Brel,
Arcadia,
The New Christs,
Section 25,
Gabor Szabo,
cv313,
The United States of America,
Masters at Work,
Lyres,
The Gladiators,
Avey Tare,
Brass Construction,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alison Limerick,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gories,
Pussy Galore,
Das Ding,
The Gun Club,
Vladislav Delay,
Sugar Minott,
Circle Jerks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.