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 Angola and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Urselle to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Sarah Menescal,
Dorothy Ashby,
Panda Bear,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Carl Craig,
La Düsseldorf,
Monolake,
The Standells,
the Swans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
X-102,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Five Americans,
John Foxx,
Thee Headcoats,
Arcadia,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Human League,
CMW,
David Axelrod,
Malaria!,
Ralphi Rosario,
Moby Grape,
David Bowie,
Andrew Hill,
Vladislav Delay,
FM Einheit,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sun City Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minny Pops,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Monks,
Pagans,
The Real Kids,
PIL,
Albert Ayler,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Inner City,
Brothers Johnson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
New Order,
Pole,
The J.B.'s,
Terrestrial Tones,
Thompson Twins,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Sisters of Mercy,
AZ,
The New Christs,
Letta Mbulu,
Index,
China Crisis,
Vainqueur,
Crash Course in Science,
Kaleidoscope,
Kool Moe Dee,
Blancmange,
the Fania All-Stars,
Model 500,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.