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 Poland and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord 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 Cecil Taylor to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Black Dice,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Vogues,
The Cure,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Sherman,
Wire,
Chris & Cosey,
The Walker Brothers,
Skaos,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Peter and Kerry,
Jacob Miller,
Monolake,
The Residents,
Aural Exciters,
the Slits,
Deadbeat,
Underground Resistance,
Blake Baxter,
Roger Hodgson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Flag,
Blancmange,
Joe Finger,
Jacques Brel,
The J.B.'s,
Scientists,
Scan 7,
Eric B and Rakim,
Talk Talk,
Rhythm & Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fluxion,
Josef K,
Lou Reed,
Royal Trux,
Deepchord,
Delon & Dalcan,
Junior Murvin,
Chris Corsano,
Nils Olav,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lyres,
X-102,
Slave,
Siglo XX,
Fad Gadget,
Quantec,
Fat Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kas Product,
Rekid,
F. McDonald,
Aaron Thompson,
The Seeds,
Dawn Penn,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.