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 Nepal and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 the Fania All-Stars to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tears for Fears,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Von Mondo,
Flash Fearless,
Vainqueur,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rapeman,
Minny Pops,
The Mojo Men,
The Angels of Light,
Lindisfarne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cramps,
The Misunderstood,
Eurythmics,
Rakim,
Gang Green,
Donald Byrd,
Glambeats Corp.,
Public Image Ltd.,
Suburban Knight,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wire,
Theoretical Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fear,
Basic Channel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Slick Rick,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Qualms,
Crispy Ambulance,
Popol Vuh,
Moebius,
Amon Düül,
Donny Hathaway,
Shoche,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Index,
Negative Approach,
Fatback Band,
ABC,
Dave Gahan,
Lee Hazlewood,
New York Dolls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Bananas,
Nik Kershaw,
Todd Rundgren,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Danielle Patucci,
Animal Collective,
Colin Newman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.