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 Pakistan and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the jazz 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Roger Hodgson,
cv313,
The Associates,
Neu!,
Mad Mike,
Bill Wells,
Ken Boothe,
Vainqueur,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The New Christs,
Excepter,
Sparks,
Jeff Mills,
The Pop Group,
Severed Heads,
Aural Exciters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deepchord,
The Slits,
Fat Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
Big Daddy Kane,
Technova,
The Cowsills,
Yusef Lateef,
Dave Gahan,
The J.B.'s,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fire Engines,
Lindisfarne,
Robert Görl,
Cluster,
Dead Boys,
Eurythmics,
Basic Channel,
the Sonics,
Camouflage,
The Techniques,
Underground Resistance,
Unwound,
The Doors,
Tubeway Army,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Reuben Wilson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cecil Taylor,
Tomorrow,
The Divine Comedy,
Jacques Brel,
The Leaves,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Connie Case,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aloha Tigers,
Half Japanese,
The Neon Judgement,
Juan Atkins,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.