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 Macedonia and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Joey Negro to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Reed,
The Slits,
Swell Maps,
Prince Buster,
PIL,
Fluxion,
Crispy Ambulance,
Model 500,
Rites of Spring,
Janne Schatter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Althea and Donna,
Echospace,
Charles Mingus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Minor Threat,
Howard Jones,
CMW,
Joey Negro,
Suicide,
Tropical Tobacco,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marc Almond,
JFA,
Bobby Sherman,
KRS-One,
The Gap Band,
The Zeros,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Man Eating Sloth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brick,
The Dave Clark Five,
Outsiders,
Ralphi Rosario,
Terry Callier,
Warren Ellis,
The Martian,
Mo-Dettes,
Arab on Radar,
Underground Resistance,
Bluetip,
Das Ding,
Agitation Free,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camouflage,
Quadrant,
DJ Style,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Smog,
Surgeon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jacob Miller,
Roy Ayers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pantytec,
a-ha,
Bronski Beat,
Pussy Galore,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.