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 Lithuania and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jawbox to the disco 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
The Fuzztones,
Los Fastidios,
Parry Music,
Heaven 17,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Metal Thangz,
Rod Modell,
Joensuu 1685,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Suburban Knight,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Whodini,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ten City,
The Red Krayola,
Sarah Menescal,
Model 500,
Tom Boy,
Shuggie Otis,
JFA,
Moebius,
Kayak,
Robert Hood,
The Martian,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Animal Collective,
Sällskapet,
X-102,
Steve Hackett,
Pere Ubu,
Gabor Szabo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Severed Heads,
Alphaville,
Junior Murvin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Todd Rundgren,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Walker Brothers,
The Names,
Camouflage,
Mandrill,
Hashim,
Eric Dolphy,
Gregory Isaacs,
The American Breed,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tres Demented,
Cluster,
Jawbox,
Faraquet,
UT,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aaron Thompson,
DNA,
Eric Copeland,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kerri Chandler,
Nils Olav,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Audionom,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.