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 Philippines and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
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 organ 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 Agitation Free 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Mo-Dettes,
Scrapy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gun Club,
X-101,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lee Hazlewood,
Theoretical Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Spoonie Gee,
Eric Copeland,
Kayak,
Can,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Quando Quango,
Big Daddy Kane,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soft Machine,
Hardrive,
Dave Gahan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Television Personalities,
Arab on Radar,
Chris & Cosey,
Country Teasers,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Knickerbockers,
Moby Grape,
Index,
Eden Ahbez,
Infiniti,
48th St. Collective,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dual Sessions,
The Walker Brothers,
Minnie Riperton,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yusef Lateef,
The Star Department,
Steve Hackett,
Panda Bear,
These Immortal Souls,
Jacques Brel,
Sister Nancy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Don Cherry,
Organ,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Surgeon,
Blake Baxter,
The Monochrome Set,
Barry Ungar,
Main Source,
Massinfluence,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roy Ayers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Liliput,
The Smoke,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.