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 Australia and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Chris Corsano 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ohio Players,
Arthur Verocai,
The Victims,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Graham Central Station,
OOIOO,
Alice Coltrane,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eli Mardock,
The Pretty Things,
Ken Boothe,
Liliput,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scan 7,
Soul Sonic Force,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sun Ra,
Radiohead,
Malaria!,
Ronan,
Guru Guru,
Bang On A Can,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
FM Einheit,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jeff Lynne,
Idris Muhammad,
Glenn Branca,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Little Man,
Pussy Galore,
DJ Style,
Agent Orange,
Con Funk Shun,
Mo-Dettes,
Sight & Sound,
Hot Snakes,
Rod Modell,
Visage,
Public Image Ltd.,
Animal Collective,
Pierre Henry,
Loose Ends,
Youth Brigade,
Zero Boys,
The Gladiators,
Royal Trux,
T. Rex,
Accadde A,
Icehouse,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Heaven 17,
Talk Talk,
Buzzcocks,
Steve Hackett,
Eurythmics,
the Soft Cell,
Patti Smith,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Dave Clark Five,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.