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 Ireland and from Milan.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe 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 MC5 to the crunk 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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Throbbing Gristle,
Idris Muhammad,
New Age Steppers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Echospace,
Intrusion,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grey Daturas,
Mandrill,
The Zeros,
Marshall Jefferson,
Simply Red,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nas,
Kurtis Blow,
Slave,
Mission of Burma,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Youth Brigade,
T.S.O.L.,
Grandmaster Flash,
Negative Approach,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fatback Band,
Yaz,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dawn Penn,
Eve St. Jones,
Boredoms,
the Germs,
Tomorrow,
The Star Department,
The Red Krayola,
K-Klass,
Cybotron,
Gang Green,
Pagans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barclay James Harvest,
Little Man,
Easy Going,
Wasted Youth,
Tubeway Army,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Seeds,
Main Source,
Todd Rundgren,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Mojo Men,
Banda Bassotti,
Deakin,
The Electric Prunes,
Sällskapet,
Goldenarms,
Donald Byrd,
The Names,
Lou Christie,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.