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 Gabon and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the grime 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff 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?
Ponytail,
Soft Cell,
Pere Ubu,
Soul II Soul,
the Human League,
Glambeats Corp.,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Maleditus Sound,
Tommy Roe,
Mad Mike,
Stiv Bators,
DJ Sneak,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Duran Duran,
KRS-One,
Jerry's Kids,
Make Up,
The Victims,
FM Einheit,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Derrick May,
The Music Machine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fat Boys,
Ken Boothe,
Arcadia,
Crispian St. Peters,
R.M.O.,
Janne Schatter,
Eric Dolphy,
Jacob Miller,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Judy Mowatt,
Scott Walker,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gun Club,
Porter Ricks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Henry Cow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gap Band,
Circle Jerks,
the Swans,
a-ha,
Black Pus,
Newcleus,
Bronski Beat,
Aloha Tigers,
Urselle,
The Knickerbockers,
Moss Icon,
Quantec,
The Seeds,
Lakeside,
Sexual Harrassment,
Interpol,
the Soft Cell,
The Blackbyrds,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.