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 Nepal and from London.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Lou Reed 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 Howard Jones to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Lungfish,
Bang On A Can,
Masters at Work,
The Moleskins,
Stiv Bators,
Jacques Brel,
The Mummies,
Organ,
Oblivians,
The Gladiators,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Donald Byrd,
Joy Division,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aloha Tigers,
Junior Murvin,
The Motions,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
FM Einheit,
This Heat,
Pere Ubu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rod Modell,
Nick Fraelich,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fire Engines,
Bill Wells,
Infiniti,
Motorama,
Rites of Spring,
Josef K,
Black Pus,
Ossler,
Little Man,
The Techniques,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gories,
Kevin Saunderson,
Thompson Twins,
Al Stewart,
Johnny Clarke,
Avey Tare,
The Victims,
The Blues Magoos,
Camberwell Now,
Mantronix,
Howard Jones,
D'Angelo,
Camouflage,
Monolake,
The Pop Group,
the Human League,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Graham Central Station,
Fluxion,
Gichy Dan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sight & Sound,
Guru Guru,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.