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 Singapore and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Black Bananas to the punk 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper 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?
Fad Gadget,
The Slackers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fortunes,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Cybotron,
Electric Prunes,
Suicide,
Symarip,
Brand Nubian,
Todd Rundgren,
Bauhaus,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pylon,
Harmonia,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Warsaw,
K-Klass,
Susan Cadogan,
Siglo XX,
MDC,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Mummies,
Blossom Toes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Searchers,
Sound Behaviour,
The Trojans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Infiniti,
Terry Callier,
The Star Department,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ralphi Rosario,
Saccharine Trust,
Massinfluence,
Cymande,
The Seeds,
Guru Guru,
Cameo,
Scott Walker,
Erasure,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Doobie Brothers,
Skaos,
The Smiths,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ice-T,
Heaven 17,
Fugazi,
Khruangbin,
David Axelrod,
Pantaleimon,
The Names,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fuzztones,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.