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 Canada and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Brick to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Negative Approach,
Barrington Levy,
L. Decosne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The New Christs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Slits,
Boz Scaggs,
Infiniti,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Television,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jimmy McGriff,
Chris Corsano,
Lower 48,
Funky Four + One,
Howard Jones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Morten Harket,
Kerrie Biddell,
Young Marble Giants,
Dual Sessions,
Roger Hodgson,
Babytalk,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fatback Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Godley & Creme,
cv313,
Niagra,
Wally Richardson,
La Düsseldorf,
DJ Sneak,
David Bowie,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Cale,
Jawbox,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pole,
The Moleskins,
Donny Hathaway,
Ten City,
Michelle Simonal,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang of Four,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mark Hollis,
Mantronix,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lungfish,
Al Stewart,
Carl Craig,
Banda Bassotti,
Excepter,
The Modern Lovers,
Zero Boys,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.