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 Malawi and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Human League 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
The Doobie Brothers,
Neil Young,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Delta 5,
Arthur Verocai,
Sister Nancy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sex Pistols,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pere Ubu,
Nik Kershaw,
Icehouse,
The Techniques,
Kenny Larkin,
The Black Dice,
Fad Gadget,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Theoretical Girls,
Scott Walker,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fugs,
This Heat,
Camouflage,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Searchers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fugazi,
Jacques Brel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Young Marble Giants,
Eric B and Rakim,
Audionom,
China Crisis,
Blake Baxter,
Anakelly,
ABC,
Todd Rundgren,
kango's stein massive,
The Modern Lovers,
The Smoke,
Black Bananas,
Terry Callier,
Jeff Lynne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Panda Bear,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tears for Fears,
Nirvana,
UT,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Adolescents,
The Victims,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Todd Terry,
Arab on Radar,
Dual Sessions,
Roxy Music,
Soulsonic Force,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.