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 Germany and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 the Association to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Ultimate Spinach,
Neu!,
The Seeds,
Colin Newman,
Prince Buster,
Pere Ubu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pussy Galore,
Brothers Johnson,
Skriet,
Danielle Patucci,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Leaves,
Agitation Free,
Harry Pussy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Motions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ohio Players,
Man Parrish,
Ronnie Foster,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camberwell Now,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pantaleimon,
Soul Sonic Force,
D'Angelo,
Depeche Mode,
The Modern Lovers,
John Foxx,
Index,
Derrick Morgan,
The Red Krayola,
Bush Tetras,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Laurel Aitken,
World's Most,
The Birthday Party,
Trumans Water,
Mary Jane Girls,
Silicon Teens,
Dead Boys,
Whodini,
Au Pairs,
Fat Boys,
Liliput,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Essential Logic,
Peter & Gordon,
The Monks,
Cheater Slicks,
the Bar-Kays,
The Doors,
Amon Düül,
Nils Olav,
Brand Nubian,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fugs,
Funky Four + One,
Bad Manners,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.