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 Lebanon and from Salvador.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe 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 Yazoo to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fortunes,
Amon Düül,
Pylon,
Sex Pistols,
Fela Kuti,
Wolf Eyes,
The Names,
Deadbeat,
Brick,
Pet Shop Boys,
In Retrospect,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fire Engines,
The Saints,
Cheater Slicks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
A Certain Ratio,
Alison Limerick,
The Seeds,
Donny Hathaway,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Doors,
Patti Smith,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tres Demented,
Bootsy Collins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Qualms,
Neu!,
Excepter,
Fat Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Reed,
Negative Approach,
The Grass Roots,
The Divine Comedy,
Tommy Roe,
Scion,
Bill Near,
Yusef Lateef,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
KRS-One,
Motorama,
Gabor Szabo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Oneida,
Scientists,
Roxy Music,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gladiators,
Slick Rick,
John Holt,
World's Most,
The Index,
Todd Terry,
Au Pairs,
New Age Steppers,
Arcadia,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tubeway Army,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.