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 Hungary and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
DNA,
Negative Approach,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Raincoats,
The Moleskins,
the Normal,
Massinfluence,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soulsonic Force,
Yaz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camouflage,
Monolake,
Althea and Donna,
the Sonics,
Aural Exciters,
The Monks,
John Lydon,
Roger Hodgson,
The Saints,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Visage,
Eric Copeland,
Alison Limerick,
Spoonie Gee,
Derrick Morgan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kaleidoscope,
Judy Mowatt,
Alice Coltrane,
Sandy B,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gun Club,
Tomorrow,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Wake,
Magazine,
Y Pants,
Bill Wells,
Funky Four + One,
The Golliwogs,
Radiohead,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Arab on Radar,
Hardrive,
Technova,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fire Engines,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Reed,
Amazonics,
Bobby Womack,
Procol Harum,
Chrome,
Colin Newman,
cv313,
Hoover,
Vladislav Delay,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.