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 Kuwait and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Morten Harket to the funk 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
The Fire Engines,
R.M.O.,
Oneida,
Half Japanese,
Guru Guru,
Eve St. Jones,
World's Most,
The Black Dice,
Alton Ellis,
Godley & Creme,
The Fuzztones,
Rod Modell,
Television Personalities,
The Busters,
The Cowsills,
Gang Starr,
Bauhaus,
The Mummies,
Eli Mardock,
Arthur Verocai,
The Blues Magoos,
Connie Case,
The Leaves,
Hoover,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pulsallama,
the Human League,
Rakim,
Letta Mbulu,
Nico,
The Remains,
Junior Murvin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lightning Bolt,
Monks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gories,
Terry Callier,
Massinfluence,
Kerri Chandler,
Derrick Morgan,
Reuben Wilson,
a-ha,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Mojo Men,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Nik Kershaw,
Freddie Wadling,
Pantytec,
kango's stein massive,
Peter & Gordon,
The Misunderstood,
Unwound,
Sun City Girls,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Althea and Donna,
Mantronix,
Wire,
Thompson Twins,
Crooked Eye,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.