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 Bangladesh and from Tokyo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
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 linndrum 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 Pylon to the dance 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Negative Approach,
Alton Ellis,
The Dirtbombs,
The Barracudas,
Mandrill,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Womack,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nico,
Tubeway Army,
Eden Ahbez,
The Associates,
Joe Finger,
The Residents,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Monks,
Pantaleimon,
D'Angelo,
Alison Limerick,
Michelle Simonal,
Barry Ungar,
The Fire Engines,
Flipper,
Janne Schatter,
Pantytec,
Maurizio,
Moby Grape,
Arthur Verocai,
Heaven 17,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The J.B.'s,
Masters at Work,
Bill Wells,
Bluetip,
The Star Department,
Minutemen,
The Electric Prunes,
the Human League,
Brass Construction,
Jerry's Kids,
The Searchers,
Carl Craig,
Arab on Radar,
Crime,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ludus,
Newcleus,
Connie Case,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Intrusion,
Slave,
Flamin' Groovies,
Urselle,
Supertramp,
Marshall Jefferson,
Oneida,
The Tremeloes,
Quando Quango,
the Germs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.