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 San Marino and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Rites of Spring to the punk 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Gang of Four,
Cheater Slicks,
Half Japanese,
The Golliwogs,
E-Dancer,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Mojo Men,
Soulsonic Force,
Supertramp,
Animal Collective,
Tommy Roe,
Radio Birdman,
Outsiders,
Trumans Water,
ABBA,
Bootsy Collins,
John Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eric Dolphy,
T. Rex,
Robert Görl,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kool Moe Dee,
Thee Headcoats,
Interpol,
CMW,
Inner City,
Bobby Womack,
Infiniti,
Dual Sessions,
The Sound,
Susan Cadogan,
Blossom Toes,
Pulsallama,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nation of Ulysses,
Can,
Fear,
A Certain Ratio,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cowsills,
Lucky Dragons,
Neil Young,
the Slits,
Max Romeo,
The Motions,
Peter & Gordon,
New Age Steppers,
Section 25,
Vladislav Delay,
Josef K,
the Human League,
The Martian,
Masters at Work,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
U.S. Maple,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fela Kuti,
Todd Terry,
Charles Mingus,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.