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 Vietnam and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Peter & Gordon to the rap 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Anthony Braxton,
Cal Tjader,
Rod Modell,
Symarip,
Crime,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marvin Gaye,
Unwound,
Unrelated Segments,
Althea and Donna,
Zapp,
Suicide,
a-ha,
Stetsasonic,
Groovy Waters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Smiths,
F. McDonald,
Juan Atkins,
Judy Mowatt,
Sam Rivers,
Sex Pistols,
Das Ding,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
X-Ray Spex,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kerri Chandler,
Marmalade,
The Raincoats,
Mantronix,
Public Enemy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
This Heat,
Josef K,
Roxette,
Silicon Teens,
Icehouse,
Brass Construction,
The Fuzztones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
KRS-One,
Malaria!,
Isaac Hayes,
Patti Smith,
Technova,
Sight & Sound,
the Human League,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bluetip,
Y Pants,
The Fire Engines,
Pylon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gregory Isaacs,
China Crisis,
Blancmange,
Surgeon,
Jacques Brel,
Laurel Aitken,
Deadbeat,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.