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 Solomon Islands and from Tehran.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet 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 Barbara Tucker to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Mission of Burma,
Black Sheep,
Sandy B,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joensuu 1685,
The Mummies,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Index,
Cluster,
Angry Samoans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scientists,
The United States of America,
David McCallum,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Byrd,
Tres Demented,
Sun Ra,
Reuben Wilson,
Outsiders,
Crooked Eye,
Pussy Galore,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lakeside,
James White and The Blacks,
The Kinks,
Swans,
Flipper,
Spoonie Gee,
The Stooges,
Infiniti,
Charles Mingus,
The Remains,
Index,
New York Dolls,
John Cale,
The Beau Brummels,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Monochrome Set,
Eddi Front,
Alison Limerick,
Arthur Verocai,
The Techniques,
Magazine,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kayak,
Surgeon,
Average White Band,
The Smiths,
The Last Poets,
Frankie Knuckles,
New Order,
Suburban Knight,
Japan,
The Cure,
Make Up,
Crispian St. Peters,
Silicon Teens,
The Pretty Things,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
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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.