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 Ireland and from New York.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
The Saints,
Aloha Tigers,
Q and Not U,
Amazonics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Unrelated Segments,
Negative Approach,
Don Cherry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Zeros,
The Doobie Brothers,
Howard Jones,
Angry Samoans,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang Starr,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bluetip,
David Axelrod,
China Crisis,
the Association,
Glenn Branca,
Au Pairs,
Lucky Dragons,
June Days,
Cymande,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soul Sonic Force,
Motorama,
Funky Four + One,
Hot Snakes,
Fat Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
48th St. Collective,
Lakeside,
Depeche Mode,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Toasters,
Scion,
Minutemen,
Tom Boy,
Man Parrish,
Fear,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Stooges,
Lindisfarne,
Ice-T,
Funkadelic,
Pulsallama,
Robert Wyatt,
Scientists,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Divine Comedy,
Ten City,
Essential Logic,
Sister Nancy,
Monolake,
Marvin Gaye,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.