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 Laos and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rosa Yemen to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Ituana,
The Durutti Column,
Pagans,
X-101,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dawn Penn,
Johnny Osbourne,
Massinfluence,
Eve St. Jones,
Tom Boy,
Hashim,
Matthew Bourne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Zapp,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
H. Thieme,
Slave,
The Mojo Men,
The Red Krayola,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stereo Dub,
Avey Tare,
Joyce Sims,
kango's stein massive,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gun Club,
Negative Approach,
Harpers Bizarre,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rotary Connection,
Gang of Four,
Scan 7,
The Zeros,
Don Cherry,
AZ,
Sixth Finger,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scott Walker,
Eli Mardock,
LL Cool J,
Nas,
Harmonia,
Howard Jones,
Yusef Lateef,
Ornette Coleman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kurtis Blow,
The Five Americans,
Godley & Creme,
Malaria!,
Tears for Fears,
The Remains,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Searchers,
Fela Kuti,
Davy DMX,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.