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 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Josef K to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
The Searchers,
Bob Dylan,
Eddi Front,
Agitation Free,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jacob Miller,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
T. Rex,
The Mummies,
Alison Limerick,
Sonic Youth,
Johnny Clarke,
Sugar Minott,
Derrick May,
Brass Construction,
Agent Orange,
The Star Department,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Danielle Patucci,
Niagra,
The Stooges,
The Raincoats,
The Pretty Things,
Smog,
Desert Stars,
June of 44,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Flamin' Groovies,
Unrelated Segments,
David McCallum,
The Mojo Men,
Skriet,
Suicide,
The Divine Comedy,
Radio Birdman,
The Residents,
Reagan Youth,
Toni Rubio,
ABC,
Dead Boys,
Organ,
Pet Shop Boys,
Chrome,
Index,
Bush Tetras,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Essential Logic,
Funky Four + One,
Accadde A,
Japan,
The Skatalites,
Clear Light,
Crispian St. Peters,
Godley & Creme,
Yaz,
Flash Fearless,
Cybotron,
Mantronix,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.