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 Honduras and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Al Stewart to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Sister Nancy,
The Smiths,
Niagra,
Charles Mingus,
Glenn Branca,
FM Einheit,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Freddie Wadling,
the Soft Cell,
Colin Newman,
Rotary Connection,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Inner City,
The Gap Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Desert Stars,
Essential Logic,
Lou Christie,
Ken Boothe,
The Neon Judgement,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bill Wells,
Minor Threat,
Urselle,
The Victims,
Nation of Ulysses,
JFA,
Dennis Brown,
Janne Schatter,
Soul II Soul,
the Bar-Kays,
Maurizio,
The Golliwogs,
OOIOO,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Porter Ricks,
Dark Day,
Roxy Music,
X-102,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultra Naté,
The Young Rascals,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Frankie Knuckles,
Man Parrish,
Interpol,
Stiv Bators,
Cheater Slicks,
Young Marble Giants,
Barry Ungar,
Alphaville,
Mr. Review,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bizarre Inc.,
EPMD,
Delta 5,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Television Personalities,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.