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 Zimbabwe and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the funk 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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cymande,
Franke,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang Gang Dance,
Amon Düül,
Reuben Wilson,
Roxy Music,
The Invisible,
Agent Orange,
Oneida,
Von Mondo,
Moby Grape,
Johnny Clarke,
Essential Logic,
Scrapy,
Buzzcocks,
Kenny Larkin,
Soulsonic Force,
Yellowson,
Marine Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Delta 5,
Pagans,
Siglo XX,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Faraquet,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dave Gahan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Sheep,
June Days,
Pylon,
The Evens,
Anakelly,
Severed Heads,
T.S.O.L.,
CMW,
Outsiders,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Sherman,
John Holt,
EPMD,
Organ,
Crash Course in Science,
The Smoke,
The Red Krayola,
Sixth Finger,
Pantytec,
New Age Steppers,
Stetsasonic,
Massinfluence,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nick Fraelich,
Matthew Bourne,
Cybotron,
Lalo Schifrin,
Warren Ellis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.