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 Sudan and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Das Ding to the grime 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aaron Thompson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Arthur Verocai,
Lungfish,
Hasil Adkins,
Shoche,
Procol Harum,
Flipper,
Qualms,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
LL Cool J,
Oneida,
FM Einheit,
Laurel Aitken,
The Moleskins,
Bob Dylan,
Patti Smith,
The Kinks,
Gichy Dan,
Reagan Youth,
The Gories,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Sherman,
a-ha,
Nas,
Byron Stingily,
Hoover,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Quando Quango,
Young Marble Giants,
Section 25,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bluetip,
Don Cherry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Holt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Motions,
Neu!,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scratch Acid,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mars,
Frankie Knuckles,
Prince Buster,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rakim,
Parry Music,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Dead C,
Bush Tetras,
D'Angelo,
Sixth Finger,
Bad Manners,
Bill Wells,
Robert Wyatt,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.