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 Nauru and from Beijing.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Maurizio to the grunge 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
The Remains,
Nils Olav,
Alice Coltrane,
Severed Heads,
Lucky Dragons,
Eurythmics,
Darondo,
Heaven 17,
The Wake,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jimmy McGriff,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Sherman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joe Finger,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Derrick Morgan,
A Certain Ratio,
Spoonie Gee,
The Doors,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Qualms,
Minnie Riperton,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gabor Szabo,
The Black Dice,
Skarface,
the Bar-Kays,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crooked Eye,
Spandau Ballet,
Accadde A,
Scott Walker,
Desert Stars,
The Neon Judgement,
Lalo Schifrin,
CMW,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Blossom Toes,
Au Pairs,
Half Japanese,
Babytalk,
Erasure,
The Walker Brothers,
a-ha,
Lyres,
Absolute Body Control,
Pierre Henry,
Suicide,
Motorama,
The Misunderstood,
Crispy Ambulance,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mission of Burma,
B.T. Express,
F. McDonald,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lalann,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.