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 Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer 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 Ronnie Foster to the funk 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
The Fortunes,
John Cale,
Eddi Front,
Glambeats Corp.,
The New Christs,
Sparks,
Bush Tetras,
Yusef Lateef,
Intrusion,
Stetsasonic,
Magma,
Grandmaster Flash,
Visage,
Chrome,
Bobby Byrd,
Soul Sonic Force,
R.M.O.,
Absolute Body Control,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lou Christie,
E-Dancer,
Rotary Connection,
Eli Mardock,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soul II Soul,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Loose Ends,
The Associates,
Drexciya,
Agent Orange,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sällskapet,
Thompson Twins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Moody Blues,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marmalade,
June Days,
the Normal,
Masters at Work,
Robert Hood,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Siglo XX,
U.S. Maple,
James White and The Blacks,
Tim Buckley,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kayak,
Minutemen,
Alice Coltrane,
Clear Light,
The Beau Brummels,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rites of Spring,
Maurizio,
T. Rex,
Al Stewart,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.