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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe 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 Metal Thangz to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Ponytail,
Rapeman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fortunes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Flipper,
Oblivians,
Amazonics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dark Day,
Crooked Eye,
Can,
Glambeats Corp.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lungfish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Livin' Joy,
EPMD,
Parry Music,
Metal Thangz,
The Kinks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Blues Magoos,
MDC,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ice-T,
The Motions,
the Swans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Oneida,
kango's stein massive,
Robert Hood,
Skriet,
These Immortal Souls,
10cc,
Alton Ellis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Massinfluence,
X-101,
Pere Ubu,
LL Cool J,
Reuben Wilson,
Yusef Lateef,
Vladislav Delay,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Archie Shepp,
Kenny Larkin,
Alison Limerick,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fatback Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eden Ahbez,
Intrusion,
World's Most,
Black Pus,
the Normal,
One Last Wish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.