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 Samoa and from Madrid.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 The Knickerbockers to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
New Order,
the Swans,
The Neon Judgement,
Jeff Mills,
Delon & Dalcan,
Robert Görl,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ronan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Arthur Verocai,
Graham Central Station,
Clear Light,
Magazine,
a-ha,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joyce Sims,
Ice-T,
Mandrill,
The Pop Group,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soul II Soul,
The Cure,
The Moody Blues,
Soft Cell,
Aloha Tigers,
Toni Rubio,
The Dave Clark Five,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Juan Atkins,
Y Pants,
Electric Prunes,
Panda Bear,
The Fire Engines,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lalann,
The Five Americans,
Danielle Patucci,
Slick Rick,
The Blues Magoos,
Bluetip,
Unrelated Segments,
the Fania All-Stars,
Peter & Gordon,
Darondo,
Sight & Sound,
Drexciya,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fat Boys,
Girls At Our Best!,
Organ,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fall,
The Sonics,
The Happenings,
Rufus Thomas,
The Young Rascals,
Rosa Yemen,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.