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 France and from Stockholm.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator 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 Glambeats Corp. to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cymande,
Blossom Toes,
Visage,
Ken Boothe,
Crooked Eye,
Yusef Lateef,
The Dirtbombs,
Rosa Yemen,
James Chance & The Contortions,
One Last Wish,
World's Most,
Jimmy McGriff,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Electric Prunes,
Todd Rundgren,
Ohio Players,
The Trojans,
Dead Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Radiohead,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Whodini,
Quando Quango,
Marine Girls,
OOIOO,
Alphaville,
The Gories,
Vainqueur,
Sarah Menescal,
Fat Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Swell Maps,
Suicide,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Victims,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Byrd,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fuzztones,
Zapp,
Young Marble Giants,
Sun City Girls,
Tom Boy,
Tubeway Army,
The Standells,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Max Romeo,
Fugazi,
T.S.O.L.,
Oneida,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Sonics,
Avey Tare,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Schoolly D,
Soft Cell,
Rotary Connection,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kenny Larkin,
Peter and Kerry,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.