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 Mauritania and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 the Human League to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sandy B,
Isaac Hayes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Germs,
Public Enemy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Y Pants,
Monolake,
Marcia Griffiths,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
T. Rex,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Letta Mbulu,
Can,
Adolescents,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Kinks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vladislav Delay,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Byron Stingily,
Subhumans,
Maurizio,
Parry Music,
Bobby Byrd,
Mission of Burma,
Yaz,
John Holt,
Blake Baxter,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Motions,
Massinfluence,
The Sound,
Visage,
Absolute Body Control,
Procol Harum,
Roger Hodgson,
Mad Mike,
Mandrill,
Aloha Tigers,
Swans,
The Slits,
Albert Ayler,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Real Kids,
Sällskapet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Judy Mowatt,
the Human League,
The Fuzztones,
The Beau Brummels,
Rites of Spring,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tomorrow,
The Techniques,
Gong,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
E-Dancer,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.