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 East Timor and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin 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 Echospace to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Junior Murvin,
Minutemen,
Cal Tjader,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Harmonia,
D'Angelo,
New Age Steppers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Index,
Kool Moe Dee,
Danielle Patucci,
Colin Newman,
One Last Wish,
Steve Hackett,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pantytec,
The Golliwogs,
Average White Band,
10cc,
Scientists,
Alphaville,
Babytalk,
Porter Ricks,
L. Decosne,
Fad Gadget,
Rites of Spring,
FM Einheit,
Easy Going,
The Remains,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tom Boy,
Cybotron,
The Index,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minnie Riperton,
Harpers Bizarre,
Monks,
Kayak,
Sight & Sound,
Pere Ubu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Royal Trux,
Gang Green,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nik Kershaw,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Youth Brigade,
Matthew Bourne,
Scan 7,
X-102,
Aural Exciters,
Groovy Waters,
Ronan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultravox,
Sister Nancy,
Bauhaus,
Aloha Tigers,
The New Christs,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.