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 Comoros and from New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Lou Reed 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 Buckinghams to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Roxette,
The Dave Clark Five,
Patti Smith,
John Coltrane,
Dorothy Ashby,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Tremeloes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joey Negro,
Eric B and Rakim,
Agent Orange,
Drexciya,
Letta Mbulu,
Surgeon,
Skriet,
L. Decosne,
Jacques Brel,
Bill Near,
U.S. Maple,
Matthew Halsall,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sam Rivers,
Saccharine Trust,
Jesper Dahlback,
Graham Central Station,
The Moody Blues,
Smog,
Gang Starr,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stereo Dub,
Scott Walker,
Vainqueur,
The Count Five,
Arthur Verocai,
The Red Krayola,
Echospace,
Supertramp,
The Blackbyrds,
Oblivians,
Schoolly D,
Pierre Henry,
T.S.O.L.,
Hot Snakes,
John Lydon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Loose Ends,
The Beau Brummels,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Motions,
Con Funk Shun,
Eric Dolphy,
Livin' Joy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fad Gadget,
The Smiths,
The Litter,
Marvin Gaye,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.