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 Denmark and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes 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 Fat Boys to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Television Personalities,
The Happenings,
Excepter,
The Litter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camouflage,
The Dead C,
Sound Behaviour,
The Beau Brummels,
Avey Tare,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Clear Light,
The Mummies,
Ronan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Warren Ellis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Man Parrish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Techniques,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Velvet Underground,
Pagans,
Supertramp,
Simply Red,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eli Mardock,
D'Angelo,
Gabor Szabo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Godley & Creme,
Minor Threat,
Goldenarms,
Glenn Branca,
Alice Coltrane,
The Moody Blues,
X-101,
Joy Division,
Rapeman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Electric Prunes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Radio Birdman,
Sex Pistols,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
MC5,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Smiths,
Scott Walker,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Young Rascals,
Hoover,
Darondo,
Brass Construction,
The Human League,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Remains,
Soul II Soul,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.