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 Maldives and from Woodstock.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Talk Talk to the jazz 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Eve St. Jones,
The American Breed,
The Sound,
the Fania All-Stars,
Boogie Down Productions,
R.M.O.,
The Barracudas,
Kenny Larkin,
Tommy Roe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Shadows of Knight,
T. Rex,
Be Bop Deluxe,
PIL,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Amon Düül,
Stetsasonic,
The Pretty Things,
Motorama,
Khruangbin,
Niagra,
Curtis Mayfield,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bill Wells,
Average White Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Urselle,
Blossom Toes,
Sixth Finger,
The Remains,
The Selecter,
Pierre Henry,
Charles Mingus,
Metal Thangz,
Ludus,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Sheep,
Faraquet,
the Human League,
Kas Product,
UT,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Moon,
Depeche Mode,
The Leaves,
B.T. Express,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joe Smooth,
Sarah Menescal,
Ice-T,
Minutemen,
The Cramps,
June of 44,
Nas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Half Japanese,
Robert Görl,
The Young Rascals,
Wolf Eyes,
Liliput,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.