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 Libya and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 DJ Style to the grime 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Aloha Tigers,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Offenders,
ABBA,
Magazine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
World's Most,
Bauhaus,
Brick,
The Human League,
Harmonia,
Flipper,
Q and Not U,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Selecter,
LL Cool J,
The Fall,
DJ Sneak,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Star Department,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Germs,
Ronnie Foster,
Soft Cell,
The Raincoats,
Deadbeat,
Public Enemy,
Black Flag,
Deakin,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Golliwogs,
Morten Harket,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sexual Harrassment,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Warren Ellis,
Nas,
Jawbox,
Gastr Del Sol,
Infiniti,
OOIOO,
PIL,
John Holt,
KRS-One,
Quantec,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Monochrome Set,
Joey Negro,
The Happenings,
Boz Scaggs,
Mark Hollis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alton Ellis,
The Gun Club,
Nik Kershaw,
H. Thieme,
Bobby Sherman,
AZ,
Grauzone,
Sandy B,
The Stooges,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.