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 New Zealand and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Josef K to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Arab on Radar,
The Mummies,
The Fall,
Cal Tjader,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Loose Ends,
The Buckinghams,
Eve St. Jones,
The Remains,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lucky Dragons,
T. Rex,
Unrelated Segments,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Foxx,
Patti Smith,
Sight & Sound,
Hot Snakes,
Basic Channel,
The Birthday Party,
Eli Mardock,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sarah Menescal,
R.M.O.,
10cc,
Ohio Players,
Isaac Hayes,
The Sonics,
The United States of America,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Leonard Cohen,
Spandau Ballet,
Todd Rundgren,
Model 500,
Bang On A Can,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
48th St. Collective,
The Music Machine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Robert Hood,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jacques Brel,
cv313,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pantytec,
Ralphi Rosario,
Boz Scaggs,
Sun City Girls,
Echospace,
The Dirtbombs,
The Electric Prunes,
The Flesh Eaters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Neon Judgement,
Nik Kershaw,
Sun Ra,
Neu!,
Godley & Creme,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.