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 Benin and from Toronto.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 Max Romeo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Panda Bear,
Fugazi,
Cameo,
Piero Umiliani,
Carl Craig,
Slave,
The Human League,
Radio Birdman,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Slits,
The J.B.'s,
Marcia Griffiths,
Television,
Bill Wells,
Fela Kuti,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Subhumans,
Average White Band,
Nas,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Bar-Kays,
The Gories,
Main Source,
The Angels of Light,
Prince Buster,
Au Pairs,
Pylon,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Womack,
The Seeds,
Goldenarms,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
Groovy Waters,
a-ha,
Underground Resistance,
Babytalk,
Vladislav Delay,
Electric Light Orchestra,
PIL,
Agent Orange,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Oblivians,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lakeside,
Fluxion,
The Music Machine,
Mars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Suicide,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tubeway Army,
D'Angelo,
Janne Schatter,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Saints,
Lucky Dragons,
Aural Exciters,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.