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 Sudan and from Lyon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb 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 The Associates to the crunk 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fluxion,
Accadde A,
The Moleskins,
Nico,
Lower 48,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lungfish,
Ponytail,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Faraquet,
Tom Boy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Livin' Joy,
DJ Style,
the Soft Cell,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Monochrome Set,
Mark Hollis,
The Tremeloes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Moon,
Mantronix,
Jacques Brel,
Colin Newman,
Bad Manners,
Hot Snakes,
Clear Light,
Brass Construction,
Hashim,
X-102,
Bobby Byrd,
Radio Birdman,
Fatback Band,
The Move,
Essential Logic,
Schoolly D,
Surgeon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eddi Front,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fire Engines,
Scratch Acid,
Underground Resistance,
Albert Ayler,
PIL,
Fear,
Tommy Roe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gun Club,
Yellowson,
Circle Jerks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Althea and Donna,
Kas Product,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Franke,
Max Romeo,
Delta 5,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.