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 Niger and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Count Five to the electroclash 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Moody Blues,
Warsaw,
Unwound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wire,
The Standells,
Wings,
Cybotron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
48th St. Collective,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Boredoms,
The Blackbyrds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pierre Henry,
Television,
These Immortal Souls,
Matthew Halsall,
Kurtis Blow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Evens,
Icehouse,
David Axelrod,
Swell Maps,
Panda Bear,
Section 25,
Steve Hackett,
The Residents,
Theoretical Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
Monks,
Barclay James Harvest,
U.S. Maple,
The Divine Comedy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Agitation Free,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marmalade,
Ultravox,
Gong,
Anthony Braxton,
Colin Newman,
Interpol,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Motions,
Henry Cow,
E-Dancer,
Radiopuhelimet,
Letta Mbulu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sound Behaviour,
Pere Ubu,
Jeff Lynne,
Erasure,
Yaz,
Aloha Tigers,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Knickerbockers,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.