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 Afghanistan and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Erasure 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
10cc,
Public Enemy,
Main Source,
The Moleskins,
Sex Pistols,
Nas,
The Fire Engines,
Half Japanese,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Litter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Underground Resistance,
The Sound,
Minny Pops,
Piero Umiliani,
Joensuu 1685,
June Days,
Ultimate Spinach,
Letta Mbulu,
The Selecter,
China Crisis,
Y Pants,
The Skatalites,
Make Up,
Freddie Wadling,
Iggy Pop,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rites of Spring,
Maleditus Sound,
The Smiths,
Stereo Dub,
Gastr Del Sol,
Adolescents,
Zero Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Angels of Light,
Oneida,
Bluetip,
Chris & Cosey,
Avey Tare,
Wally Richardson,
Funkadelic,
Kerri Chandler,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Altered Images,
Wings,
The Red Krayola,
Jacques Brel,
Interpol,
The Slackers,
Motorama,
Depeche Mode,
Roxy Music,
Robert Görl,
The Fuzztones,
Arcadia,
Vainqueur,
The Pretty Things,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.