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 Botswana and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer 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 The Dirtbombs to the electroclash 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Q65,
Average White Band,
Urselle,
Joy Division,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bluetip,
Brass Construction,
The Cowsills,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alphaville,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lower 48,
Visage,
the Germs,
The Happenings,
Basic Channel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Litter,
Wings,
Y Pants,
Television,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DNA,
Donald Byrd,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scott Walker,
Soul Sonic Force,
Yazoo,
Guru Guru,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Michelle Simonal,
Young Marble Giants,
Magazine,
Swell Maps,
Ken Boothe,
The Leaves,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jimmy McGriff,
Suburban Knight,
The Human League,
David Axelrod,
The Monks,
Technova,
Danielle Patucci,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tommy Roe,
Gang Starr,
Todd Rundgren,
Kerri Chandler,
Angry Samoans,
Accadde A,
Organ,
The Cure,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.