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 Lesotho and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Crispian St. Peters to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
the Human League,
Popol Vuh,
Dennis Brown,
Crime,
Donny Hathaway,
Dave Gahan,
B.T. Express,
The Fuzztones,
Monolake,
Rotary Connection,
Black Bananas,
Inner City,
The Standells,
Von Mondo,
Fad Gadget,
Supertramp,
The Dead C,
The Leaves,
Pere Ubu,
Don Cherry,
Black Pus,
The Cowsills,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bill Wells,
Duran Duran,
Bush Tetras,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Carl Craig,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pussy Galore,
T.S.O.L.,
Qualms,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gories,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultra Naté,
Letta Mbulu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Simply Red,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kas Product,
John Holt,
Infiniti,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fear,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bluetip,
Bootsy Collins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Copeland,
Magma,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Byrd,
MC5,
Lalann,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Slits,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.