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 Bahamas 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Nils Olav to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Mars,
Tommy Roe,
The Blues Magoos,
Animal Collective,
David Axelrod,
Make Up,
Suicide,
Brass Construction,
The Associates,
Outsiders,
Lou Reed,
Max Romeo,
Pagans,
Nico,
Ornette Coleman,
Clear Light,
The Neon Judgement,
The Beau Brummels,
Nirvana,
Thompson Twins,
The Saints,
Q and Not U,
Donny Hathaway,
Massinfluence,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gories,
Drexciya,
Cecil Taylor,
H. Thieme,
Yazoo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Qualms,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Young Rascals,
Dark Day,
The Dirtbombs,
Cymande,
Pulsallama,
Kaleidoscope,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kool Moe Dee,
Absolute Body Control,
8 Eyed Spy,
The J.B.'s,
Camberwell Now,
La Düsseldorf,
Sun City Girls,
Cal Tjader,
Maurizio,
X-Ray Spex,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Procol Harum,
The Invisible,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Names,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.