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 Philippines and from Mumbai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eric B and Rakim to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Tom Boy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Unrelated Segments,
Jandek,
Albert Ayler,
Terrestrial Tones,
Neil Young,
Brass Construction,
Spoonie Gee,
Subhumans,
Duran Duran,
The Index,
Tim Buckley,
Sparks,
Hasil Adkins,
E-Dancer,
John Cale,
Boogie Down Productions,
Japan,
Essential Logic,
Roy Ayers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultra Naté,
Talk Talk,
The Modern Lovers,
LL Cool J,
Altered Images,
The Remains,
Half Japanese,
The Pop Group,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Magazine,
David Axelrod,
Slick Rick,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hoover,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Silicon Teens,
The American Breed,
Glenn Branca,
Lightning Bolt,
Todd Terry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Junior Murvin,
Ohio Players,
Marcia Griffiths,
In Retrospect,
Hashim,
The Raincoats,
Procol Harum,
Kaleidoscope,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Barracudas,
Cybotron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camberwell Now,
The Evens,
Gichy Dan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fall,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.