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 Mexico and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Glambeats Corp. to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
the Germs,
Supertramp,
The Searchers,
Procol Harum,
Von Mondo,
JFA,
Magazine,
Mark Hollis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Depeche Mode,
Blancmange,
The Martian,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Derrick May,
Royal Trux,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang Starr,
The Cramps,
Connie Case,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
B.T. Express,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mr. Review,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Maleditus Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
Althea and Donna,
Nation of Ulysses,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tears for Fears,
Malaria!,
Newcleus,
The Invisible,
Aloha Tigers,
Robert Görl,
Gregory Isaacs,
China Crisis,
Kenny Larkin,
Susan Cadogan,
The Pop Group,
Minnie Riperton,
Tom Boy,
the Soft Cell,
The Trojans,
New Order,
DJ Style,
Chrome,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Audionom,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
KRS-One,
Massinfluence,
Johnny Clarke,
Unrelated Segments,
Parry Music,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
June of 44,
Pere Ubu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fall,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.