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 Rwanda and from Woodstock.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Faraquet to the crunk 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Liliput,
Delta 5,
PIL,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fatback Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Christie,
The Black Dice,
Urselle,
The Sonics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Todd Rundgren,
Erasure,
Roy Ayers,
Roger Hodgson,
T.S.O.L.,
Masters at Work,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
KRS-One,
Spoonie Gee,
The Zeros,
Scrapy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Boredoms,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wally Richardson,
E-Dancer,
The Kinks,
Kenny Larkin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Terry Callier,
Von Mondo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Juan Atkins,
The Martian,
Main Source,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yaz,
The Birthday Party,
Aural Exciters,
Severed Heads,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Quadrant,
The Raincoats,
Albert Ayler,
The Pretty Things,
Prince Buster,
Scratch Acid,
Bad Manners,
Moby Grape,
The Monochrome Set,
Mad Mike,
The Flesh Eaters,
James White and The Blacks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Todd Terry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, 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.