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 Colombia and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Slick Rick to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Essential Logic,
The Buckinghams,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cymande,
Alice Coltrane,
X-Ray Spex,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soul II Soul,
DJ Sneak,
K-Klass,
Howard Jones,
Siglo XX,
Slave,
Lungfish,
Lou Christie,
Thompson Twins,
Fat Boys,
Steve Hackett,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Reagan Youth,
Hasil Adkins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Germs,
The Doors,
Pussy Galore,
Suburban Knight,
Mad Mike,
Susan Cadogan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Skaos,
Blake Baxter,
Arab on Radar,
Bronski Beat,
Boz Scaggs,
H. Thieme,
Chris Corsano,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kerrie Biddell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Warren Ellis,
UT,
Bang On A Can,
Chris & Cosey,
Eden Ahbez,
Erykah Badu,
Intrusion,
The Golliwogs,
Black Bananas,
Depeche Mode,
The Trojans,
Marine Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gong,
Rekid,
Johnny Osbourne,
Freddie Wadling,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Little Man,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.