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 Palau and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Byron Stingily to the rap 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
New Order,
The Neon Judgement,
The Mojo Men,
Bluetip,
The Human League,
The Durutti Column,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Whodini,
Barrington Levy,
the Association,
Jacob Miller,
Agent Orange,
Bad Manners,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fall,
Audionom,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Quando Quango,
Spandau Ballet,
DNA,
Michelle Simonal,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
MC5,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ituana,
LL Cool J,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Agitation Free,
Harpers Bizarre,
Monolake,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Prince Buster,
The Sonics,
Joyce Sims,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cramps,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Velvet Underground,
Excepter,
Slick Rick,
Bush Tetras,
Matthew Bourne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aswad,
Pantytec,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kas Product,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jacques Brel,
Delta 5,
The Golliwogs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Animal Collective,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Grass Roots,
The Count Five,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Anakelly,
Wolf Eyes,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.