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 Georgia and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Judy Mowatt to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sister Nancy,
The Offenders,
Stereo Dub,
Television Personalities,
The Music Machine,
Second Layer,
Metal Thangz,
Barry Ungar,
Sonic Youth,
Average White Band,
The United States of America,
Saccharine Trust,
Rotary Connection,
Gichy Dan,
Circle Jerks,
MDC,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Agitation Free,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Velvet Underground,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mars,
Joey Negro,
The Selecter,
Alison Limerick,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rod Modell,
The Gladiators,
The Modern Lovers,
Organ,
Charles Mingus,
The Names,
Sandy B,
The Dirtbombs,
James White and The Blacks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tears for Fears,
Tom Boy,
Archie Shepp,
Malaria!,
The Slackers,
Jimmy McGriff,
10cc,
Moby Grape,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Smiths,
Boredoms,
Bobby Byrd,
the Swans,
Fela Kuti,
The Trojans,
Sun City Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
Ituana,
LL Cool J,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.