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 United States and from London.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin 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 LL Cool J to the jazz 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Bang On A Can,
The Pop Group,
Mission of Burma,
The Doobie Brothers,
New York Dolls,
Soft Machine,
New Order,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Buzzcocks,
Leonard Cohen,
The Evens,
Model 500,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deepchord,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Durutti Column,
Excepter,
Morten Harket,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nirvana,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marshall Jefferson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tommy Roe,
Skarface,
Jeff Lynne,
Can,
David McCallum,
John Holt,
Young Marble Giants,
The Mojo Men,
Boz Scaggs,
DNA,
The Neon Judgement,
Q and Not U,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Smog,
Bush Tetras,
Suicide,
Mad Mike,
The Walker Brothers,
Hot Snakes,
The Slackers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rakim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Depeche Mode,
Clear Light,
Nas,
Rosa Yemen,
Dave Gahan,
The Dirtbombs,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fall,
Reagan Youth,
D'Angelo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Slave,
Wire,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.