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 Algeria and from Columbus.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Make Up to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Blake Baxter,
Blossom Toes,
CMW,
Pagans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grandmaster Flash,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Porter Ricks,
Motorama,
The Searchers,
The Move,
Cameo,
The Human League,
The Cramps,
Grauzone,
Parry Music,
Inner City,
Ultimate Spinach,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Althea and Donna,
Amazonics,
Idris Muhammad,
John Foxx,
Quantec,
Bobby Byrd,
Laurel Aitken,
The Divine Comedy,
Sugar Minott,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Germs,
The Gap Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rod Modell,
Erykah Badu,
Isaac Hayes,
ABBA,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Evens,
Outsiders,
Crash Course in Science,
Kaleidoscope,
D'Angelo,
Stiv Bators,
Aural Exciters,
Dennis Brown,
Marmalade,
Donny Hathaway,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jerry Gold Smith,
L. Decosne,
Jeff Lynne,
Mandrill,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lucky Dragons,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Byron Stingily,
Terry Callier,
Bootsy Collins,
Joyce Sims,
Ken Boothe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roger Hodgson,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.