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 Poland and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Carl Craig to the disco 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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Blake Baxter,
Altered Images,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tommy Roe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultravox,
The Angels of Light,
Amon Düül II,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Model 500,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lindisfarne,
The Pretty Things,
Iggy Pop,
Laurel Aitken,
New York Dolls,
Henry Cow,
Fatback Band,
In Retrospect,
Simply Red,
James White and The Blacks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
David McCallum,
a-ha,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tubeway Army,
Camberwell Now,
Gabor Szabo,
Big Daddy Kane,
F. McDonald,
Anthony Braxton,
Joe Finger,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Blancmange,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Silicon Teens,
Gang Green,
48th St. Collective,
Scientists,
Deadbeat,
Nico,
Arab on Radar,
June Days,
Animal Collective,
The Real Kids,
Hot Snakes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pole,
The Happenings,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Danielle Patucci,
Lee Hazlewood,
AZ,
The Golliwogs,
K-Klass,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Urselle,
The Vogues,
Eurythmics,
Fear,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.