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 Poland and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the rap 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Slits,
The Kinks,
Deepchord,
Carl Craig,
Wire,
Godley & Creme,
Siglo XX,
Negative Approach,
Fear,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Searchers,
Junior Murvin,
Pierre Henry,
Nick Fraelich,
Kerrie Biddell,
Goldenarms,
Eddi Front,
Television,
Mark Hollis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
David McCallum,
Warren Ellis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Metal Thangz,
Ronnie Foster,
The Pretty Things,
Deadbeat,
Echospace,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The American Breed,
Mo-Dettes,
The Monks,
Sight & Sound,
Sixth Finger,
Minnie Riperton,
Scrapy,
Y Pants,
Pussy Galore,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Tremeloes,
Angry Samoans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Funky Four + One,
The Cure,
Gang of Four,
Robert Wyatt,
Amazonics,
Essential Logic,
Cameo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Dirtbombs,
Marc Almond,
the Swans,
Erykah Badu,
Yellowson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fat Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Real Kids,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.