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 Russia and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Grey Daturas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Peter and Kerry,
The Divine Comedy,
Rapeman,
Donald Byrd,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Sherman,
Aaron Thompson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang of Four,
Interpol,
Das Ding,
Qualms,
The Seeds,
Motorama,
Unrelated Segments,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Faust,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mo-Dettes,
Yaz,
Boredoms,
Connie Case,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Goldenarms,
Leonard Cohen,
The Grass Roots,
Grauzone,
The Blackbyrds,
China Crisis,
Section 25,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Radio Birdman,
Soft Machine,
Sixth Finger,
Soul II Soul,
Hot Snakes,
Patti Smith,
The Mojo Men,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Angels of Light,
the Germs,
Dave Gahan,
Stetsasonic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
a-ha,
The Neon Judgement,
Crooked Eye,
Agent Orange,
John Holt,
Monolake,
James Chance & The Contortions,
K-Klass,
Electric Prunes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Flipper,
Cal Tjader,
Lyres,
Depeche Mode,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.