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 Armenia and from London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Lou Reed 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 Absolute Body Control to the crunk 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Easy Going,
Gastr Del Sol,
Section 25,
Kayak,
Prince Buster,
UT,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cure,
Lyres,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Warsaw,
The Five Americans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Toni Rubio,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Shadows of Knight,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fire Engines,
Pussy Galore,
Cal Tjader,
The Wake,
Livin' Joy,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Coltrane,
Cecil Taylor,
Motorama,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alton Ellis,
Ken Boothe,
Glenn Branca,
Sound Behaviour,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Standells,
10cc,
T. Rex,
Tom Boy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Vogues,
The Detroit Cobras,
Connie Case,
The Last Poets,
Flipper,
Saccharine Trust,
Graham Central Station,
The Doors,
Shoche,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
This Heat,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Womack,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Los Fastidios,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Supertramp,
Rapeman,
DJ Sneak,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang Green,
Quadrant,
Lower 48,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.