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 Dominica and from Taipei.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Peter and Kerry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mo-Dettes,
Brothers Johnson,
Make Up,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
Inner City,
Nirvana,
Byron Stingily,
Lakeside,
Lou Christie,
Donald Byrd,
The Pretty Things,
The Divine Comedy,
Babytalk,
Underground Resistance,
James White and The Blacks,
The Grass Roots,
X-101,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Little Man,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yusef Lateef,
Marmalade,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Heaven 17,
The Litter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barbara Tucker,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minor Threat,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Busters,
Fear,
Rapeman,
New York Dolls,
Electric Prunes,
The Mummies,
Eurythmics,
Jerry's Kids,
The Monks,
Alice Coltrane,
Malaria!,
Boz Scaggs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Holt,
Chris & Cosey,
Unrelated Segments,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DNA,
Goldenarms,
Loose Ends,
The Gories,
The Slits,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
K-Klass,
The Invisible,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.