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 Greece and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 H. Thieme to the grunge 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
New Age Steppers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Radio Birdman,
FM Einheit,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Bar-Kays,
Unwound,
Eric Copeland,
Metal Thangz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Freddie Wadling,
Circle Jerks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mo-Dettes,
Rites of Spring,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Angry Samoans,
Silicon Teens,
The Gories,
ABC,
Agitation Free,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Funky Four + One,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fela Kuti,
Marcia Griffiths,
Iggy Pop,
Crooked Eye,
The Slackers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
New York Dolls,
Los Fastidios,
Tommy Roe,
Minor Threat,
Popol Vuh,
Brick,
Black Bananas,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Swans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scratch Acid,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Schoolly D,
Pantaleimon,
Niagra,
Ten City,
Connie Case,
Gong,
The Litter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
AZ,
Johnny Clarke,
Bizarre Inc.,
Surgeon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Negative Approach,
Lalo Schifrin,
In Retrospect,
LL Cool J,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.