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 Kiribati 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eli Mardock to the techno 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Boogie Down Productions,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marine Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Audionom,
Pantaleimon,
Whodini,
Dual Sessions,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Foxx,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mandrill,
The Index,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fad Gadget,
The Litter,
Rekid,
Marmalade,
Supertramp,
Scan 7,
Section 25,
Kas Product,
Ornette Coleman,
Technova,
The Victims,
The Five Americans,
48th St. Collective,
Prince Buster,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Count Five,
Black Flag,
Alton Ellis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Davy DMX,
Basic Channel,
Hardrive,
Radio Birdman,
OOIOO,
Goldenarms,
Cluster,
The Kinks,
Metal Thangz,
Marvin Gaye,
Malaria!,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
AZ,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pussy Galore,
K-Klass,
Los Fastidios,
Howard Jones,
Neu!,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Dead C,
Deepchord,
Excepter,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.