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 Albania and from Glasgow.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Crooked Eye to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Quadrant,
Little Man,
The Motions,
The Mojo Men,
The Smiths,
Sparks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cymande,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Raincoats,
10cc,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alphaville,
Circle Jerks,
Robert Wyatt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
UT,
Joy Division,
Harmonia,
Index,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kayak,
Bauhaus,
The Move,
Bush Tetras,
Soft Cell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Glambeats Corp.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lindisfarne,
Depeche Mode,
Fluxion,
Jawbox,
Panda Bear,
Scott Walker,
Rotary Connection,
Barry Ungar,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wally Richardson,
Cybotron,
Boredoms,
The Slits,
Sandy B,
Ken Boothe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Public Enemy,
China Crisis,
Tubeway Army,
Outsiders,
The Birthday Party,
Hot Snakes,
The Barracudas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Derrick Morgan,
Alison Limerick,
X-101,
Suburban Knight,
Nick Fraelich,
Sam Rivers,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.