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 Ireland and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Wasted Youth to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Gichy Dan,
Tears for Fears,
The Raincoats,
Zero Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Pretty Things,
Minnie Riperton,
Slave,
E-Dancer,
Brothers Johnson,
The Move,
Aswad,
The Monks,
Skarface,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brass Construction,
Nils Olav,
Crash Course in Science,
Cecil Taylor,
cv313,
Suburban Knight,
Kayak,
Toni Rubio,
Swans,
Yellowson,
Ken Boothe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Das Ding,
Monks,
The Names,
Dawn Penn,
Monolake,
Janne Schatter,
Crime,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soft Cell,
Theoretical Girls,
Godley & Creme,
Rakim,
Jacques Brel,
Kerri Chandler,
The Busters,
John Foxx,
X-102,
La Düsseldorf,
Lalann,
Blancmange,
The Monochrome Set,
Alphaville,
Buzzcocks,
Main Source,
Darondo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Con Funk Shun,
Talk Talk,
Hasil Adkins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jerry's Kids,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.