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 Syria and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar 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 Mary Jane Girls to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eddi Front record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
DNA,
Duran Duran,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Byrd,
Pulsallama,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tears for Fears,
Iggy Pop,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Sheep,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pantytec,
R.M.O.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Y Pants,
Negative Approach,
Marvin Gaye,
New York Dolls,
cv313,
Ossler,
Second Layer,
Wire,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The American Breed,
World's Most,
Mad Mike,
Amon Düül,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Surgeon,
Rosa Yemen,
The Moody Blues,
Zero Boys,
Fear,
Wings,
Anakelly,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crime,
Stockholm Monsters,
Vainqueur,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fortunes,
Masters at Work,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sonic Youth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Model 500,
The Pop Group,
Amon Düül II,
Sonny Sharrock,
Arab on Radar,
Subhumans,
Godley & Creme,
Yaz,
CMW,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jawbox,
Graham Central Station,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.