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 Vanuatu and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Flipper to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Essential Logic,
Gregory Isaacs,
New Age Steppers,
Masters at Work,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barry Ungar,
Howard Jones,
Lakeside,
Sparks,
Yusef Lateef,
CMW,
Fatback Band,
The Grass Roots,
Ice-T,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hot Snakes,
Half Japanese,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Excepter,
Funky Four + One,
Bad Manners,
Adolescents,
Black Flag,
Black Pus,
David McCallum,
Echospace,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wings,
Brothers Johnson,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Saints,
Wolf Eyes,
The Doors,
Arab on Radar,
John Holt,
Smog,
FM Einheit,
Technova,
The Stooges,
Robert Wyatt,
Arthur Verocai,
Ronan,
Q and Not U,
Index,
John Cale,
Bill Near,
Magazine,
Pharoah Sanders,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wire,
Idris Muhammad,
Wally Richardson,
Glenn Branca,
Althea and Donna,
Alison Limerick,
Grauzone,
Sun City Girls,
Severed Heads,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.