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 Bulgaria and from Mexico City.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Massinfluence to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rites of Spring,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Blackbyrds,
Essential Logic,
Lightning Bolt,
B.T. Express,
Second Layer,
The Grass Roots,
Laurel Aitken,
UT,
Crime,
LL Cool J,
Porter Ricks,
the Soft Cell,
Masters at Work,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Sheep,
The Young Rascals,
Eric Copeland,
Camberwell Now,
Nation of Ulysses,
Isaac Hayes,
Ronnie Foster,
This Heat,
Marmalade,
Quando Quango,
Camouflage,
Pet Shop Boys,
Radio Birdman,
Terry Callier,
Hardrive,
Siglo XX,
Talk Talk,
Sound Behaviour,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cymande,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minny Pops,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Bananas,
the Sonics,
Josef K,
The Doobie Brothers,
Slave,
Pierre Henry,
Das Ding,
Dead Boys,
The Barracudas,
Young Marble Giants,
Excepter,
Accadde A,
New York Dolls,
Crash Course in Science,
Gichy Dan,
These Immortal Souls,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.