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 Papua New Guinea and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Misunderstood to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Thompson Twins,
Grauzone,
Mad Mike,
Basic Channel,
K-Klass,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Christie,
Donald Byrd,
Carl Craig,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Drive Like Jehu,
Liliput,
Desert Stars,
The Misunderstood,
The Detroit Cobras,
Siglo XX,
Skarface,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Urselle,
Little Man,
Bush Tetras,
Matthew Bourne,
OOIOO,
Stereo Dub,
Ornette Coleman,
X-Ray Spex,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mission of Burma,
The Skatalites,
AZ,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Human League,
Eric B and Rakim,
David McCallum,
Y Pants,
Lou Reed,
Ten City,
Trumans Water,
Crash Course in Science,
Magma,
Hasil Adkins,
Icehouse,
Black Sheep,
Blake Baxter,
The Buckinghams,
Youth Brigade,
kango's stein massive,
Clear Light,
Ice-T,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Divine Comedy,
Donny Hathaway,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Yaz,
Bootsy Collins,
Patti Smith,
Wasted Youth,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.