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 Armenia and from Calgary.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Model 500 to the rock 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
R.M.O.,
Al Stewart,
Ronan,
The Moody Blues,
Eric Dolphy,
The Smoke,
Sound Behaviour,
Joyce Sims,
Pussy Galore,
Smog,
Ralphi Rosario,
Warren Ellis,
Godley & Creme,
Lungfish,
Sällskapet,
Dead Boys,
Derrick May,
Gang Starr,
Cecil Taylor,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Accadde A,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Average White Band,
Colin Newman,
Mars,
Gichy Dan,
The Remains,
Fluxion,
Hoover,
Franke,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Skarface,
Nirvana,
Scientists,
K-Klass,
The Alarm Clocks,
Glenn Branca,
Blossom Toes,
Minny Pops,
Ultra Naté,
The American Breed,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lower 48,
Kas Product,
Lebanon Hanover,
Basic Channel,
Interpol,
Shoche,
Matthew Halsall,
The Shadows of Knight,
Metal Thangz,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Happenings,
ABBA,
Malaria!,
Nils Olav,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Angry Samoans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.