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 Switzerland and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet 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 The Gap Band to the disco 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
The Music Machine,
Black Pus,
Fear,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Inner City,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sarah Menescal,
a-ha,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Kinks,
The Saints,
Royal Trux,
Buzzcocks,
Soft Cell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Television,
Flamin' Groovies,
LL Cool J,
Roger Hodgson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Organ,
the Soft Cell,
Glambeats Corp.,
Harry Pussy,
Technova,
Bronski Beat,
Nik Kershaw,
Ponytail,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cabaret Voltaire,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobby Sherman,
Amon Düül,
Tom Boy,
Eli Mardock,
Robert Hood,
The Cure,
Gang of Four,
Lucky Dragons,
The Real Kids,
Heaven 17,
Letta Mbulu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Rosa Yemen,
Trumans Water,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Vladislav Delay,
Aswad,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Essential Logic,
Siglo XX,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fatback Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cameo,
Malaria!,
Eve St. Jones,
Outsiders,
Gastr Del Sol,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.