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 Lyon.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Remains to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Al Stewart,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soft Machine,
La Düsseldorf,
The Five Americans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
World's Most,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
DNA,
The Associates,
Tears for Fears,
Black Bananas,
Echospace,
Newcleus,
The Offenders,
Soul II Soul,
Theoretical Girls,
Zero Boys,
Howard Jones,
Nils Olav,
Maleditus Sound,
The Techniques,
Bad Manners,
MDC,
Joy Division,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Robert Wyatt,
Anthony Braxton,
The Sonics,
Kevin Saunderson,
Porter Ricks,
Royal Trux,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sight & Sound,
The Mojo Men,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Womack,
Black Sheep,
Fear,
ABC,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wire,
Unrelated Segments,
The Kinks,
Oblivians,
Supertramp,
Jimmy McGriff,
Magazine,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hoover,
Kas Product,
Scion,
X-101,
Alison Limerick,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Josef K,
John Lydon,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.