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 Kazakhstan 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Schoolly D to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Icehouse,
Aloha Tigers,
Sister Nancy,
Model 500,
Masters at Work,
Moss Icon,
Graham Central Station,
Skaos,
Harpers Bizarre,
Vladislav Delay,
Delta 5,
The Smoke,
Buzzcocks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Iggy Pop,
The Angels of Light,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Amon Düül,
Drive Like Jehu,
Drexciya,
Erykah Badu,
Lucky Dragons,
Moebius,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ronnie Foster,
Henry Cow,
Angry Samoans,
Gang Starr,
Letta Mbulu,
The New Christs,
Susan Cadogan,
Tubeway Army,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lyres,
Cluster,
John Coltrane,
Inner City,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Christie,
Lou Reed,
Faust,
The Human League,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rufus Thomas,
The Evens,
The Pretty Things,
The Martian,
The Sound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
World's Most,
H. Thieme,
Mo-Dettes,
The Knickerbockers,
Easy Going,
Bluetip,
Todd Rundgren,
The Buckinghams,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.