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 Turkey and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Names to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
F. McDonald,
Fear,
Talk Talk,
ABBA,
Grauzone,
Minor Threat,
Slave,
The Tremeloes,
Lyres,
Gichy Dan,
New York Dolls,
The Velvet Underground,
The Neon Judgement,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Make Up,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Blackbyrds,
Albert Ayler,
Eric Copeland,
K-Klass,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fugs,
The Smoke,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang Starr,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wasted Youth,
FM Einheit,
The Red Krayola,
Sister Nancy,
Kaleidoscope,
The Associates,
Soft Cell,
La Düsseldorf,
Hashim,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Terry Callier,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Boredoms,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jeff Lynne,
Dark Day,
Trumans Water,
R.M.O.,
Franke,
Bronski Beat,
Eli Mardock,
Adolescents,
Maleditus Sound,
LL Cool J,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Motorama,
Banda Bassotti,
Juan Atkins,
Jeff Mills,
Lungfish,
The Angels of Light,
Judy Mowatt,
Sixth Finger,
Average White Band,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.