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 Norway and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Chris & Cosey,
Agent Orange,
The Techniques,
Darondo,
New Order,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
L. Decosne,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Five Americans,
Angry Samoans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Schoolly D,
Letta Mbulu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ice-T,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Man Parrish,
Oneida,
Max Romeo,
Wings,
Swans,
Mantronix,
Sight & Sound,
The New Christs,
Dead Boys,
Nirvana,
Big Daddy Kane,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cluster,
Barrington Levy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Franke,
Livin' Joy,
Reagan Youth,
The Motions,
Fad Gadget,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fatback Band,
Robert Görl,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Move,
Nils Olav,
Yellowson,
Eve St. Jones,
Danielle Patucci,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Charles Mingus,
Index,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ossler,
Flamin' Groovies,
Delta 5,
Davy DMX,
Marmalade,
Thee Headcoats,
The Searchers,
Porter Ricks,
Crime,
Kayak,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.