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 Eritrea and from Copenhagen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Depeche Mode to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tropical Tobacco,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
New Age Steppers,
Yazoo,
Andrew Hill,
Pantytec,
The Moody Blues,
Adolescents,
Masters at Work,
Althea and Donna,
Ten City,
Japan,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Bananas,
Pole,
Los Fastidios,
Warsaw,
Zapp,
Fat Boys,
Soft Cell,
Theoretical Girls,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Prince Buster,
Dennis Brown,
T. Rex,
The Motions,
Girls At Our Best!,
Goldenarms,
Silicon Teens,
A Certain Ratio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Seeds,
X-102,
The Fall,
Essential Logic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fort Wilson Riot,
MC5,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Patti Smith,
Suburban Knight,
Isaac Hayes,
Youth Brigade,
The Index,
The Electric Prunes,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang Starr,
Chris & Cosey,
The Modern Lovers,
Nirvana,
La Düsseldorf,
Donny Hathaway,
Angry Samoans,
kango's stein massive,
Qualms,
The Fire Engines,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.