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 Chad 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 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 Jacques Brel to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
kango's stein massive,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Unwound,
Au Pairs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Underground Resistance,
Brand Nubian,
The Busters,
Procol Harum,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Darondo,
Toni Rubio,
The Count Five,
Cybotron,
Kayak,
Loose Ends,
Radiohead,
The Neon Judgement,
Soul II Soul,
The Smiths,
The Zeros,
Barry Ungar,
La Düsseldorf,
The Five Americans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marvin Gaye,
PIL,
Quando Quango,
U.S. Maple,
Aswad,
The Cowsills,
Pantaleimon,
Minny Pops,
Letta Mbulu,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Depeche Mode,
Saccharine Trust,
Connie Case,
Pagans,
Thompson Twins,
Blake Baxter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Matthew Bourne,
Reagan Youth,
The Durutti Column,
Hot Snakes,
The Evens,
Suburban Knight,
The Sonics,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Womack,
Interpol,
Excepter,
Little Man,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.