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 Somalia and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare 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 Leaves to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Erasure,
Q65,
KRS-One,
Sixth Finger,
Mary Jane Girls,
One Last Wish,
Roxy Music,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Traffic Nightmare,
Yazoo,
L. Decosne,
Bootsy Collins,
Rapeman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
This Heat,
The Birthday Party,
Barry Ungar,
June of 44,
Chrome,
Basic Channel,
Howard Jones,
Fugazi,
FM Einheit,
The Residents,
Joensuu 1685,
Leonard Cohen,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cameo,
The Monochrome Set,
The Star Department,
Section 25,
Henry Cow,
Popol Vuh,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lower 48,
Joy Division,
Circle Jerks,
Black Sheep,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Moon,
Sun City Girls,
Qualms,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bronski Beat,
Prince Buster,
The Evens,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Zapp,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Model 500,
UT,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kurtis Blow,
Liliput,
Sex Pistols,
Boredoms,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.