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 Nigeria and from Glasgow.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 Unwound to the electroclash 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lyres,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Selecter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minny Pops,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Martian,
Blancmange,
A Certain Ratio,
Deadbeat,
Dave Gahan,
Quantec,
Livin' Joy,
Kenny Larkin,
Howard Jones,
Aaron Thompson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Vainqueur,
Sun Ra,
The Litter,
Freddie Wadling,
Eden Ahbez,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Toni Rubio,
Von Mondo,
Eurythmics,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Moon,
MDC,
Cheater Slicks,
Reuben Wilson,
The Raincoats,
Joey Negro,
The Sonics,
Mo-Dettes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Erykah Badu,
Dual Sessions,
Sister Nancy,
Skriet,
Matthew Halsall,
Young Marble Giants,
The Zeros,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang of Four,
Pantaleimon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Monolake,
Rosa Yemen,
Neil Young,
Brick,
Crispy Ambulance,
48th St. Collective,
Essential Logic,
In Retrospect,
Ronan,
the Soft Cell,
Ponytail,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.