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 Greece and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Kenny Larkin to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Tres Demented,
Ten City,
Section 25,
Hardrive,
Dead Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
the Normal,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sun Ra,
Maleditus Sound,
Bill Wells,
Altered Images,
The Motions,
Stetsasonic,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Womack,
Mr. Review,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gregory Isaacs,
Technova,
Popol Vuh,
Stereo Dub,
Kerrie Biddell,
The American Breed,
Kayak,
Mars,
Monolake,
Absolute Body Control,
Shuggie Otis,
Gong,
The Human League,
Jacques Brel,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Smoke,
Joyce Sims,
Piero Umiliani,
Morten Harket,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Divine Comedy,
Sarah Menescal,
Aural Exciters,
Smog,
Magma,
Brothers Johnson,
The Leaves,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
T.S.O.L.,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cure,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Theoretical Girls,
Glenn Branca,
Joey Negro,
ABBA,
Faust,
Dual Sessions,
Barbara Tucker,
Erykah Badu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bauhaus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.