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 Iraq and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 UT to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Agitation Free,
Bootsy Collins,
Aswad,
Lyres,
Popol Vuh,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crash Course in Science,
Liliput,
Average White Band,
The Dead C,
Newcleus,
The New Christs,
Essential Logic,
Y Pants,
Ice-T,
H. Thieme,
the Bar-Kays,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cameo,
Reagan Youth,
Ossler,
The Remains,
Desert Stars,
Con Funk Shun,
Bluetip,
Althea and Donna,
Yazoo,
UT,
Jerry's Kids,
Kas Product,
Deakin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fela Kuti,
Camberwell Now,
the Association,
The Standells,
Electric Prunes,
The Doors,
Yellowson,
Procol Harum,
Sugar Minott,
Swell Maps,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Angry Samoans,
Organ,
The Residents,
Scan 7,
Shuggie Otis,
Young Marble Giants,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Soul Sonic Force,
Don Cherry,
Tropical Tobacco,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Negative Approach,
Shoche,
Section 25,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Seeds,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.