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 Kiribati and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 David Bowie 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 Chrome to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Tremeloes,
the Germs,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Sherman,
Desert Stars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brick,
Kayak,
Symarip,
James White and The Blacks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Slits,
The Modern Lovers,
Mars,
John Holt,
Mary Jane Girls,
Skarface,
The Blues Magoos,
Todd Terry,
The Names,
Joe Finger,
the Sonics,
Animal Collective,
Masters at Work,
This Heat,
The Fortunes,
Don Cherry,
Gabor Szabo,
Joey Negro,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Womack,
Sam Rivers,
Joe Smooth,
Arab on Radar,
Loose Ends,
Subhumans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cluster,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mo-Dettes,
the Association,
Barclay James Harvest,
Morten Harket,
Matthew Halsall,
Outsiders,
The Doobie Brothers,
Altered Images,
Deadbeat,
LL Cool J,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roger Hodgson,
Niagra,
Pierre Henry,
Robert Görl,
The Slackers,
Chris & Cosey,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.