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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Philadelphia.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet 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 The Beau Brummels to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Todd Rundgren,
kango's stein massive,
a-ha,
Janne Schatter,
China Crisis,
Graham Central Station,
Oblivians,
The Remains,
Deakin,
Absolute Body Control,
The Black Dice,
the Germs,
The Sound,
Main Source,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stiv Bators,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Robert Görl,
Bad Manners,
Avey Tare,
Erasure,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Outsiders,
Scion,
Fela Kuti,
Ralphi Rosario,
T. Rex,
This Heat,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lakeside,
Sister Nancy,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Reed,
Altered Images,
The Real Kids,
OOIOO,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minor Threat,
Minny Pops,
The Vogues,
Sarah Menescal,
Man Parrish,
Ossler,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Skarface,
Negative Approach,
Jesper Dahlback,
The J.B.'s,
Silicon Teens,
Marine Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Porter Ricks,
Marc Almond,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Steve Hackett,
Matthew Halsall,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Arthur Verocai,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Smog,
Jeff Lynne,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.