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 Mali and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jimmy McGriff to the rap 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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
ABC,
The Monks,
Fear,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joy Division,
Moebius,
Magma,
AZ,
Laurel Aitken,
Skarface,
Harry Pussy,
David Axelrod,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Derrick May,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eric Copeland,
Marvin Gaye,
the Slits,
Qualms,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Vladislav Delay,
Aural Exciters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pagans,
Soulsonic Force,
the Bar-Kays,
Intrusion,
One Last Wish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Johnny Osbourne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Outsiders,
The Knickerbockers,
Jerry's Kids,
Jeru the Damaja,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minny Pops,
Con Funk Shun,
Organ,
Pylon,
UT,
Black Pus,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Christie,
Main Source,
The Index,
Delta 5,
X-Ray Spex,
Funky Four + One,
The Music Machine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joe Finger,
Slave,
Jimmy McGriff,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Robert Görl,
Shoche,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.