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 Taiwan and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 Underground Resistance to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bronski Beat,
R.M.O.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hasil Adkins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Smoke,
Thompson Twins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sandy B,
Sun Ra,
D'Angelo,
Kerri Chandler,
Flipper,
The Electric Prunes,
Fluxion,
Godley & Creme,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Beau Brummels,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jeff Lynne,
Das Ding,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roger Hodgson,
Jeff Mills,
Sparks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Bar-Kays,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Monks,
Quantec,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sight & Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
LL Cool J,
Model 500,
The Knickerbockers,
The Walker Brothers,
The Leaves,
The Gories,
Piero Umiliani,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Royal Trux,
Delon & Dalcan,
MDC,
Lou Reed,
Curtis Mayfield,
Funkadelic,
Wire,
the Slits,
Grauzone,
Anakelly,
Don Cherry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Byrd,
Eli Mardock,
Second Layer,
Rakim,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.