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 Zambia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Skarface to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Tomorrow,
Sparks,
Ten City,
Subhumans,
L. Decosne,
Television Personalities,
The Real Kids,
Whodini,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
D'Angelo,
CMW,
the Soft Cell,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Doobie Brothers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Unwound,
Don Cherry,
Joe Finger,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Spoonie Gee,
Bad Manners,
Neu!,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kayak,
K-Klass,
X-Ray Spex,
Gabor Szabo,
Harmonia,
David Axelrod,
Procol Harum,
Black Moon,
The J.B.'s,
New York Dolls,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Leaves,
Sällskapet,
48th St. Collective,
The Sonics,
F. McDonald,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Newcleus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Swell Maps,
The Beau Brummels,
Gang of Four,
Howard Jones,
Eric Copeland,
Crash Course in Science,
Boz Scaggs,
Rites of Spring,
Soul II Soul,
Faust,
Television,
ABC,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.