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 Zimbabwe and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord 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 R.M.O. to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves 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?
Peter & Gordon,
Little Man,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kas Product,
Ossler,
Lightning Bolt,
Jacob Miller,
Pole,
Swans,
The American Breed,
Sound Behaviour,
Clear Light,
Faust,
Zero Boys,
The Mummies,
Laurel Aitken,
Al Stewart,
Pantytec,
The Evens,
Buzzcocks,
The Electric Prunes,
Zapp,
Depeche Mode,
Nirvana,
Tom Boy,
The Seeds,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gories,
Parry Music,
Gang Gang Dance,
Harry Pussy,
Arthur Verocai,
Jeff Mills,
Siglo XX,
L. Decosne,
Dead Boys,
Visage,
Eli Mardock,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grauzone,
Essential Logic,
Slick Rick,
Absolute Body Control,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fluxion,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fire Engines,
Lower 48,
Toni Rubio,
Moebius,
Arab on Radar,
Lakeside,
Half Japanese,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hasil Adkins,
Eric Copeland,
The Cure,
Black Pus,
James White and The Blacks,
X-102,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.