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 Taiwan and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Angry Samoans to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
UT,
The Remains,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Lydon,
Yusef Lateef,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Kinks,
The Martian,
A Certain Ratio,
Fluxion,
Erasure,
The Doors,
Desert Stars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Symarip,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rakim,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crooked Eye,
Aaron Thompson,
Massinfluence,
Frankie Knuckles,
Toni Rubio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ten City,
Leonard Cohen,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Neil Young,
John Coltrane,
U.S. Maple,
The Barracudas,
Scott Walker,
AZ,
Radio Birdman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Easy Going,
Black Moon,
Depeche Mode,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Livin' Joy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Con Funk Shun,
The Human League,
Unwound,
Mandrill,
The Fortunes,
Guru Guru,
Cameo,
Monolake,
X-101,
The Smiths,
Scan 7,
The Smoke,
Shoche,
Johnny Clarke,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.