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 Swaziland and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb 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 The J.B.'s to the jazz 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roxette,
Banda Bassotti,
Unwound,
The Offenders,
Sun City Girls,
Buzzcocks,
Circle Jerks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
AZ,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bob Dylan,
Black Moon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nico,
Scratch Acid,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soft Machine,
Das Ding,
Brothers Johnson,
The Young Rascals,
Fela Kuti,
F. McDonald,
Von Mondo,
Aswad,
Bauhaus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Slits,
Basic Channel,
Theoretical Girls,
John Coltrane,
Skaos,
Kool Moe Dee,
Desert Stars,
Absolute Body Control,
Rod Modell,
Bill Wells,
Malaria!,
The Gap Band,
Zapp,
Fad Gadget,
Infiniti,
Pantaleimon,
Kaleidoscope,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scientists,
Masters at Work,
Peter & Gordon,
Jeff Mills,
The Buckinghams,
Kayak,
Donny Hathaway,
The Dead C,
Fat Boys,
Warren Ellis,
Eric Copeland,
Althea and Donna,
Hasil Adkins,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.