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 Croatia and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Maleditus Sound to the dance 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Flesh Eaters,
Leonard Cohen,
Make Up,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tres Demented,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Junior Murvin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Livin' Joy,
Average White Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Barbara Tucker,
Janne Schatter,
Desert Stars,
Glenn Branca,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scan 7,
Rotary Connection,
Charles Mingus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gregory Isaacs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gladiators,
Ultimate Spinach,
La Düsseldorf,
Rapeman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fuzztones,
Circle Jerks,
Buzzcocks,
The Litter,
Unwound,
Robert Hood,
Sonic Youth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Das Ding,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Groovy Waters,
Nik Kershaw,
Brick,
DNA,
Traffic Nightmare,
X-Ray Spex,
Audionom,
Motorama,
The Black Dice,
Unrelated Segments,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Harmonia,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Donny Hathaway,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Pus,
K-Klass,
This Heat,
Crime,
Banda Bassotti,
Urselle,
Deadbeat,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.