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 Bulgaria 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator 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 Alarm Clocks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Flash Fearless,
Joe Finger,
Los Fastidios,
Gichy Dan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Severed Heads,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Neil Young,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Angry Samoans,
Darondo,
Bang On A Can,
Henry Cow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Boz Scaggs,
JFA,
Scratch Acid,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang Gang Dance,
Robert Hood,
Maleditus Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Radiohead,
The Pop Group,
ABC,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Sonics,
Ultimate Spinach,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marmalade,
Wally Richardson,
D'Angelo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Searchers,
Hardrive,
Niagra,
Bobby Byrd,
CMW,
Rekid,
Junior Murvin,
Colin Newman,
Sound Behaviour,
The Busters,
Josef K,
Mary Jane Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eric Dolphy,
Pantytec,
The Raincoats,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Newcleus,
Andrew Hill,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barry Ungar,
Buzzcocks,
Dawn Penn,
The New Christs,
Metal Thangz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Girls At Our Best!,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.