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 Germany and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator 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 Laurel Aitken to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
In Retrospect,
Silicon Teens,
Leonard Cohen,
Ronnie Foster,
Curtis Mayfield,
Spandau Ballet,
The Stooges,
JFA,
Altered Images,
New Age Steppers,
Sällskapet,
Schoolly D,
Eric Copeland,
Grey Daturas,
The Five Americans,
the Germs,
Ralphi Rosario,
a-ha,
Blake Baxter,
kango's stein massive,
The United States of America,
Babytalk,
Anthony Braxton,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
cv313,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Moby Grape,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Blossom Toes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lightning Bolt,
Joe Smooth,
Pantaleimon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Depeche Mode,
Black Moon,
Supertramp,
The Red Krayola,
Procol Harum,
Hot Snakes,
John Cale,
Tommy Roe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Massinfluence,
8 Eyed Spy,
Negative Approach,
UT,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
CMW,
Camouflage,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Whodini,
Nik Kershaw,
Loose Ends,
Radiopuhelimet,
Underground Resistance,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Los Fastidios,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Monolake,
The Human League,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.