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 Korea South and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe 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 Tropical Tobacco to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
Television,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Reuben Wilson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Busters,
Black Flag,
Los Fastidios,
Ken Boothe,
Liliput,
Pere Ubu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Suburban Knight,
Pet Shop Boys,
48th St. Collective,
Circle Jerks,
Bang On A Can,
Darondo,
Gang Green,
The Neon Judgement,
Slick Rick,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Michelle Simonal,
The Stooges,
Malaria!,
Public Enemy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soft Cell,
Agent Orange,
Black Pus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rekid,
Second Layer,
The Moleskins,
Trumans Water,
T. Rex,
Janne Schatter,
X-101,
The United States of America,
Erasure,
Depeche Mode,
The Fire Engines,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Arthur Verocai,
Anakelly,
The Golliwogs,
Supertramp,
The Birthday Party,
The Techniques,
Agitation Free,
Morten Harket,
Guru Guru,
Scott Walker,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.