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 Afghanistan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 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 Oppenheimer Analysis 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Von Mondo,
Motorama,
The Moody Blues,
B.T. Express,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mantronix,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alphaville,
The Real Kids,
New York Dolls,
Buzzcocks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alice Coltrane,
Simply Red,
New Order,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Slave,
Joyce Sims,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wolf Eyes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Janne Schatter,
The Leaves,
Desert Stars,
Liliput,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nation of Ulysses,
Junior Murvin,
The Fortunes,
cv313,
Matthew Bourne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Electric Prunes,
Pantytec,
Echospace,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
These Immortal Souls,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Litter,
The Monks,
Moebius,
Faust,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Agent Orange,
Delon & Dalcan,
Judy Mowatt,
Marine Girls,
Roxette,
Don Cherry,
Smog,
John Lydon,
Half Japanese,
Deadbeat,
Alison Limerick,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ituana,
Sarah Menescal,
Model 500,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.