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 Luxembourg and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Albert Ayler to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
The Count Five,
Soul II Soul,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joe Finger,
kango's stein massive,
Nils Olav,
Tears for Fears,
Lyres,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tim Buckley,
Can,
Young Marble Giants,
The Detroit Cobras,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cowsills,
The Mojo Men,
Tom Boy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Adolescents,
Brass Construction,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cramps,
Kas Product,
Rakim,
David Axelrod,
Yazoo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Vladislav Delay,
Wolf Eyes,
Peter and Kerry,
This Heat,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scott Walker,
Porter Ricks,
Byron Stingily,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scratch Acid,
The Shadows of Knight,
B.T. Express,
The Divine Comedy,
The Velvet Underground,
Fluxion,
Con Funk Shun,
Symarip,
a-ha,
The Busters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Moody Blues,
Fear,
Boredoms,
Lakeside,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Reed,
Icehouse,
The Blackbyrds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sonic Youth,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.