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 Nauru 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Barbara Tucker to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
The Trojans,
Howard Jones,
Slick Rick,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Smoke,
Big Daddy Kane,
Michelle Simonal,
Hashim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Durutti Column,
Liliput,
Dual Sessions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Motions,
John Foxx,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mo-Dettes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Smiths,
Roxy Music,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mandrill,
Fela Kuti,
Barrington Levy,
Funkadelic,
Matthew Bourne,
Sam Rivers,
New Order,
Black Sheep,
Intrusion,
Stereo Dub,
Dark Day,
Newcleus,
Vladislav Delay,
Fad Gadget,
The Monks,
Agitation Free,
Erasure,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Human League,
Slave,
Tomorrow,
Joensuu 1685,
Khruangbin,
Shoche,
Henry Cow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lungfish,
The Gladiators,
The Selecter,
The Walker Brothers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Derrick May,
the Normal,
Reagan Youth,
Eric Copeland,
The Birthday Party,
Groovy Waters,
Ornette Coleman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.