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 Botswana and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro 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 Faust to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
The Toasters,
Kayak,
Crooked Eye,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Warsaw,
Brass Construction,
The Vogues,
Drexciya,
Pantaleimon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Severed Heads,
Pere Ubu,
LL Cool J,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Das Ding,
David Axelrod,
Howard Jones,
Moss Icon,
Moby Grape,
Siglo XX,
Organ,
The Tremeloes,
Television Personalities,
Faust,
Bronski Beat,
Skaos,
The Dead C,
Minor Threat,
The Barracudas,
One Last Wish,
Con Funk Shun,
Erasure,
The Busters,
The Grass Roots,
Kerri Chandler,
Franke,
Talk Talk,
The American Breed,
The Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eurythmics,
The Pop Group,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
PIL,
Soft Cell,
Toni Rubio,
The Zeros,
Terry Callier,
Sun Ra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Interpol,
Amon Düül II,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fatback Band,
Janne Schatter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Depeche Mode,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.