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 Serbia and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Newcleus to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Slick Rick,
Dead Boys,
Trumans Water,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pet Shop Boys,
Symarip,
Gang Starr,
Clear Light,
La Düsseldorf,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
World's Most,
Gabor Szabo,
Joyce Sims,
Ossler,
The Angels of Light,
Ronan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brand Nubian,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Smoke,
Jacques Brel,
The Selecter,
David Axelrod,
Lakeside,
Junior Murvin,
The Modern Lovers,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Vogues,
The Pop Group,
Funky Four + One,
Gichy Dan,
Wasted Youth,
Von Mondo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
T. Rex,
Colin Newman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Donald Byrd,
Malaria!,
Electric Prunes,
Danielle Patucci,
A Certain Ratio,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Invisible,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Heaven 17,
New Age Steppers,
Thompson Twins,
Youth Brigade,
Vainqueur,
Country Teasers,
Underground Resistance,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eve St. Jones,
Absolute Body Control,
Negative Approach,
Maleditus Sound,
X-101,
Barbara Tucker,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.