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 Australia and from Tehran.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare 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 Girls At Our Best! to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Moody Blues,
John Foxx,
Little Man,
David Bowie,
Liliput,
The Gun Club,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hot Snakes,
Robert Görl,
FM Einheit,
Bauhaus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mantronix,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bad Manners,
The Index,
Youth Brigade,
Oneida,
Chris Corsano,
Rekid,
Sixth Finger,
Michelle Simonal,
The Move,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mars,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Derrick May,
Deepchord,
Y Pants,
Audionom,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jeff Mills,
New Age Steppers,
Kaleidoscope,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sex Pistols,
Neu!,
The Kinks,
UT,
Rod Modell,
Boz Scaggs,
Letta Mbulu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Thompson Twins,
Negative Approach,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stereo Dub,
Joy Division,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eric Copeland,
Procol Harum,
E-Dancer,
Glenn Branca,
Japan,
Al Stewart,
The Fire Engines,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.