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 Cameroon and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe 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 PIL to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Hot Snakes,
Joy Division,
Moss Icon,
Accadde A,
Brass Construction,
June of 44,
Bill Wells,
Funky Four + One,
X-102,
The Index,
Lower 48,
Chrome,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barry Ungar,
E-Dancer,
Porter Ricks,
Jacques Brel,
Andrew Hill,
Trumans Water,
Nick Fraelich,
kango's stein massive,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sun Ra,
Swans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The American Breed,
Jeff Mills,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Section 25,
Arcadia,
Television Personalities,
Negative Approach,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Skriet,
Robert Hood,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pantytec,
Alice Coltrane,
The New Christs,
Urselle,
The Red Krayola,
Sun City Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Boredoms,
Peter and Kerry,
The Monochrome Set,
Reagan Youth,
Mr. Review,
The Fortunes,
The Invisible,
Franke,
Boz Scaggs,
Rod Modell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Index,
R.M.O.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.