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 Nauru and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Royal Trux to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Model 500,
The Dirtbombs,
Boz Scaggs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Skarface,
New Order,
AZ,
Hasil Adkins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Bananas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roy Ayers,
The Toasters,
New York Dolls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Animal Collective,
Dennis Brown,
Von Mondo,
Barry Ungar,
Lungfish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Maurizio,
Groovy Waters,
The Martian,
Bob Dylan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bad Manners,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Reed,
Minor Threat,
Whodini,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dead Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
June of 44,
Dave Gahan,
Bill Wells,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Doors,
The Fire Engines,
The J.B.'s,
Nick Fraelich,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pagans,
Bauhaus,
Lou Christie,
Roxette,
Hashim,
The Five Americans,
The Star Department,
Minny Pops,
The Searchers,
The Fall,
Kaleidoscope,
Fela Kuti,
Neu!,
Swans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.