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 Korea North and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 David Bowie 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 Slave to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Reuben Wilson,
Al Stewart,
Skarface,
Kerri Chandler,
Pylon,
Barry Ungar,
Fad Gadget,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kayak,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Can,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cybotron,
Surgeon,
The Names,
Piero Umiliani,
Pere Ubu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Glenn Branca,
Marvin Gaye,
Drexciya,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roxette,
Procol Harum,
Matthew Halsall,
PIL,
The Sonics,
EPMD,
New Age Steppers,
Porter Ricks,
10cc,
The Human League,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fuzztones,
Harmonia,
Eric Copeland,
Desert Stars,
Sarah Menescal,
Funkadelic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Neil Young,
Marcia Griffiths,
L. Decosne,
Peter and Kerry,
Banda Bassotti,
Cecil Taylor,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lindisfarne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lyres,
The Durutti Column,
Cabaret Voltaire,
June Days,
Parry Music,
Bronski Beat,
Brick,
Alice Coltrane,
The Mummies,
Easy Going,
Soft Cell,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.