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 Dominican Republic and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 Skarface to the dance 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sonic Youth,
Black Bananas,
Saccharine Trust,
Scion,
X-Ray Spex,
Delta 5,
Grey Daturas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tomorrow,
Unrelated Segments,
Mandrill,
Piero Umiliani,
Wings,
Kevin Saunderson,
Laurel Aitken,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Moody Blues,
Scientists,
Nils Olav,
Curtis Mayfield,
Arcadia,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Donald Byrd,
The New Christs,
Excepter,
Joe Smooth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fear,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ken Boothe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joyce Sims,
June Days,
X-102,
Lalo Schifrin,
Terry Callier,
Cheater Slicks,
Franke,
Japan,
Monks,
The Birthday Party,
Y Pants,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fuzztones,
Ponytail,
Roxy Music,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bill Wells,
Cymande,
Television Personalities,
Index,
Patti Smith,
Jeru the Damaja,
China Crisis,
Negative Approach,
the Sonics,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.