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 Vanuatu and from Jakarta.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 The Young Rascals to the funk 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Los Fastidios record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Moby Grape,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Y Pants,
Crash Course in Science,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sandy B,
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Sherman,
Q and Not U,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Arab on Radar,
AZ,
The Trojans,
Visage,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hoover,
the Swans,
Blake Baxter,
Wally Richardson,
Soul II Soul,
Unwound,
a-ha,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Vladislav Delay,
U.S. Maple,
Guru Guru,
Porter Ricks,
MDC,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Normal,
Warsaw,
Excepter,
Arthur Verocai,
Fear,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eve St. Jones,
Lebanon Hanover,
Moss Icon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Royal Trux,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pierre Henry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Susan Cadogan,
The Happenings,
Hardrive,
Cymande,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Christie,
Fugazi,
Mission of Burma,
Crooked Eye,
X-Ray Spex,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.