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 Cuba and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 United States of America to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cluster,
Mr. Review,
The Fall,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lalann,
Todd Terry,
Ituana,
Model 500,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Organ,
Jerry's Kids,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rakim,
Boz Scaggs,
Hot Snakes,
Marmalade,
a-ha,
Derrick May,
Sight & Sound,
Motorama,
Tropical Tobacco,
Radio Birdman,
Simply Red,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Martian,
A Certain Ratio,
Max Romeo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
L. Decosne,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Arcadia,
The Happenings,
Thompson Twins,
Blake Baxter,
Kas Product,
The Buckinghams,
Masters at Work,
Sister Nancy,
Eric Copeland,
David Axelrod,
Howard Jones,
Gerry Rafferty,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gong,
Zapp,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The American Breed,
Alphaville,
Depeche Mode,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Motions,
Moss Icon,
FM Einheit,
Barbara Tucker,
The Saints,
The Fugs,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.