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 Korea South and from Stockholm.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Von Mondo to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Michelle Simonal,
Johnny Osbourne,
Banda Bassotti,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tommy Roe,
Scion,
Panda Bear,
Curtis Mayfield,
Moss Icon,
Con Funk Shun,
Idris Muhammad,
Colin Newman,
The Associates,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Organ,
Suicide,
The Residents,
Boredoms,
Eddi Front,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
UT,
Brothers Johnson,
Stetsasonic,
Television Personalities,
Symarip,
X-102,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang Green,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yellowson,
Blake Baxter,
Maleditus Sound,
The Monochrome Set,
Rekid,
Rufus Thomas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yaz,
Eric Copeland,
David Bowie,
Moebius,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
R.M.O.,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Charles Mingus,
Surgeon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lalann,
Duran Duran,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cure,
Chris & Cosey,
Stiv Bators,
The Kinks,
Echospace,
Faraquet,
Ten City,
Anthony Braxton,
Tom Boy,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.