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 Mexico and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin 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 Quadrant to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Toni Rubio,
Patti Smith,
Peter and Kerry,
Rotary Connection,
Gang Starr,
Television Personalities,
Minutemen,
Erasure,
The Divine Comedy,
Little Man,
Icehouse,
Todd Rundgren,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Count Five,
John Cale,
Dawn Penn,
The Litter,
Aural Exciters,
Tim Buckley,
Jerry's Kids,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
James White and The Blacks,
Nick Fraelich,
Television,
Mo-Dettes,
Masters at Work,
Crooked Eye,
Neil Young,
Marvin Gaye,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Avey Tare,
Scan 7,
The Pop Group,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pulsallama,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sister Nancy,
Slick Rick,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Pus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
H. Thieme,
The Monochrome Set,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tom Boy,
Althea and Donna,
Eli Mardock,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cramps,
La Düsseldorf,
Thompson Twins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Monolake,
The Buckinghams,
New Order,
China Crisis,
Albert Ayler,
Connie Case,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.