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 New Zealand and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Index to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Niagra,
cv313,
Scrapy,
Letta Mbulu,
Junior Murvin,
New Order,
Sound Behaviour,
Robert Wyatt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wally Richardson,
JFA,
Robert Hood,
Sex Pistols,
Dark Day,
David Axelrod,
Joey Negro,
Dennis Brown,
Rotary Connection,
Black Sheep,
The Offenders,
Idris Muhammad,
Delta 5,
Magazine,
Adolescents,
Mission of Burma,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Womack,
Neil Young,
The Sound,
Camberwell Now,
Mark Hollis,
Albert Ayler,
Josef K,
Radiohead,
Gong,
Joe Finger,
The Leaves,
Agitation Free,
Ralphi Rosario,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ten City,
The Mummies,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Beau Brummels,
Lalann,
FM Einheit,
Talk Talk,
the Slits,
Eric Copeland,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Reed,
Urselle,
John Cale,
Harmonia,
The Associates,
KRS-One,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.