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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Index,
The Martian,
June of 44,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mr. Review,
Roxette,
Godley & Creme,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Selecter,
ABC,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wasted Youth,
Dual Sessions,
Massinfluence,
Radio Birdman,
This Heat,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bill Wells,
Harmonia,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Derrick Morgan,
Crime,
Grey Daturas,
Dark Day,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wings,
Oblivians,
Lou Reed,
the Fania All-Stars,
Symarip,
Bobby Sherman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lower 48,
the Slits,
Zero Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Amazonics,
Dorothy Ashby,
Connie Case,
Thompson Twins,
In Retrospect,
The Saints,
The Cowsills,
Cal Tjader,
Davy DMX,
Radiohead,
David McCallum,
Adolescents,
Loose Ends,
The Fugs,
Roxy Music,
Pierre Henry,
Kenny Larkin,
The Dirtbombs,
Urselle,
Arab on Radar,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Modern Lovers,
Duran Duran,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.