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 Belarus and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scan 7 to the funk 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Royal Trux,
Maurizio,
Sexual Harrassment,
Todd Rundgren,
Sparks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cymande,
the Soft Cell,
The Barracudas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The United States of America,
Pharoah Sanders,
Don Cherry,
The Fire Engines,
Fela Kuti,
Radiohead,
Gang Starr,
JFA,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rod Modell,
Audionom,
Bob Dylan,
Sandy B,
Stiv Bators,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marc Almond,
Kerri Chandler,
Magma,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Newcleus,
Quando Quango,
Japan,
The Trojans,
Tres Demented,
Faraquet,
Pulsallama,
Thompson Twins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ralphi Rosario,
Index,
Motorama,
Pet Shop Boys,
Talk Talk,
The Motions,
Anthony Braxton,
The Smoke,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Main Source,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Suburban Knight,
Scott Walker,
Sam Rivers,
Erykah Badu,
Neu!,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.