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 Brazil and from Lille.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Heaven 17 to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
The Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
Ken Boothe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Detroit Cobras,
T. Rex,
Fugazi,
Mr. Review,
Metal Thangz,
The Litter,
The Blackbyrds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pere Ubu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rufus Thomas,
Icehouse,
The Dirtbombs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roxette,
DNA,
The Names,
Todd Rundgren,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Black Dice,
Al Stewart,
Mo-Dettes,
Niagra,
The Fall,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Golliwogs,
Wire,
a-ha,
Lou Reed,
Amazonics,
Iggy Pop,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crooked Eye,
John Cale,
Tim Buckley,
Technova,
Bronski Beat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Suicide,
Beasts of Bourbon,
MC5,
The United States of America,
Electric Prunes,
Soul II Soul,
Ludus,
Harpers Bizarre,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Moby Grape,
D'Angelo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Chrome,
Scan 7,
MDC,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.