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 Denmark and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Black Moon to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Bronski Beat,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Donny Hathaway,
Television,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cure,
The Techniques,
The Gap Band,
Bush Tetras,
The Standells,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
Livin' Joy,
Severed Heads,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rotary Connection,
The Real Kids,
Kerri Chandler,
Godley & Creme,
K-Klass,
10cc,
The American Breed,
The Leaves,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fear,
Mantronix,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
X-102,
The Black Dice,
Lightning Bolt,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Icehouse,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Index,
Sonic Youth,
Marvin Gaye,
Rosa Yemen,
Ossler,
UT,
Delta 5,
Bang On A Can,
The Barracudas,
New York Dolls,
Gong,
Charles Mingus,
Ronnie Foster,
Laurel Aitken,
The Mojo Men,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Desert Stars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Oneida,
Flipper,
Unwound,
Judy Mowatt,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.