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 Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 ABC to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Junior Murvin,
Unrelated Segments,
Eve St. Jones,
Moebius,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stiv Bators,
Erykah Badu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Toasters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Index,
Model 500,
Cecil Taylor,
Intrusion,
Crash Course in Science,
Amon Düül II,
The Slackers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soulsonic Force,
Lakeside,
Fugazi,
Lightning Bolt,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Golliwogs,
Alton Ellis,
Bill Near,
Adolescents,
Oneida,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Association,
Pierre Henry,
Icehouse,
Agitation Free,
Glenn Branca,
Eurythmics,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Spandau Ballet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Duran Duran,
Japan,
Ice-T,
Sixth Finger,
The Fall,
These Immortal Souls,
Amazonics,
Altered Images,
Bang On A Can,
The Evens,
Scott Walker,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crime,
Neu!,
Young Marble Giants,
June Days,
L. Decosne,
the Germs,
Section 25,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.