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 Djibouti and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Josef K 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tommy Roe,
Los Fastidios,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mission of Burma,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mandrill,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fire Engines,
Organ,
Charles Mingus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Kinks,
R.M.O.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Infiniti,
Ten City,
the Normal,
Delta 5,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kool Moe Dee,
EPMD,
DNA,
The United States of America,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lakeside,
Index,
Leonard Cohen,
Minutemen,
Isaac Hayes,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Pus,
Grauzone,
Wasted Youth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jerry's Kids,
Masters at Work,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
X-101,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultra Naté,
Symarip,
Junior Murvin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sugar Minott,
D'Angelo,
Alton Ellis,
Joy Division,
The Five Americans,
Marc Almond,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Christie,
Harmonia,
Lebanon Hanover,
DJ Style,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Names,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.