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 Moldova and from Lagos.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lalann to the punk 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Ludus,
Skriet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Electric Prunes,
Suicide,
Rites of Spring,
Hasil Adkins,
Anakelly,
Faust,
Roger Hodgson,
Sound Behaviour,
Depeche Mode,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Mojo Men,
Warren Ellis,
Stereo Dub,
Marine Girls,
David Bowie,
Rotary Connection,
cv313,
Rod Modell,
Easy Going,
LL Cool J,
Reagan Youth,
Lalann,
Albert Ayler,
Traffic Nightmare,
Donald Byrd,
Supertramp,
Pere Ubu,
Don Cherry,
Gabor Szabo,
Minor Threat,
Soul II Soul,
Curtis Mayfield,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scan 7,
Warsaw,
One Last Wish,
Guru Guru,
48th St. Collective,
The Beau Brummels,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Duran Duran,
Amazonics,
the Association,
Vladislav Delay,
Sister Nancy,
Smog,
Country Teasers,
Essential Logic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Liliput,
Goldenarms,
Patti Smith,
The Red Krayola,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jerry's Kids,
Organ,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.