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 Israel and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe 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 The Star Department 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Gichy Dan,
Todd Rundgren,
Motorama,
Jeff Lynne,
Piero Umiliani,
Bad Manners,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fortunes,
Wolf Eyes,
Radio Birdman,
Livin' Joy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Malaria!,
Intrusion,
Average White Band,
Eurythmics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Monolake,
Connie Case,
Little Man,
Neu!,
The Music Machine,
The Cramps,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sight & Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang Green,
Khruangbin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rites of Spring,
The Electric Prunes,
Interpol,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Foxx,
The American Breed,
Marmalade,
The Barracudas,
The Angels of Light,
The Gladiators,
Mars,
The Fire Engines,
Panda Bear,
Andrew Hill,
Television,
Trumans Water,
Accadde A,
Fatback Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Maurizio,
Grey Daturas,
Susan Cadogan,
Chris & Cosey,
Terrestrial Tones,
Inner City,
Cameo,
The Mojo Men,
Fad Gadget,
Eddi Front,
Lightning Bolt,
Alice Coltrane,
Kaleidoscope,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.