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 Turkmenistan and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
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 organ 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 Television Personalities to the punk 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
D'Angelo,
Lower 48,
The Vogues,
Derrick May,
Gabor Szabo,
Pantaleimon,
K-Klass,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Standells,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang Green,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Prince Buster,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sound Behaviour,
Intrusion,
The Cure,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Flag,
Camouflage,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Angry Samoans,
Byron Stingily,
Laurel Aitken,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Durutti Column,
Grey Daturas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hardrive,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mary Jane Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Davy DMX,
The Walker Brothers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gichy Dan,
Zapp,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Radiohead,
The United States of America,
Yellowson,
Bang On A Can,
Hoover,
Los Fastidios,
The Young Rascals,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Young Marble Giants,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DJ Style,
Technova,
Sam Rivers,
Quadrant,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pylon,
Nils Olav,
Marvin Gaye,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lindisfarne,
Kenny Larkin,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.