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 Chile and from Sao Paulo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar 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 Jeff Lynne to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders 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 jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Zeros,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Leaves,
Malaria!,
The Associates,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jandek,
Basic Channel,
The Velvet Underground,
Grauzone,
Peter and Kerry,
The Cramps,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Groovy Waters,
Minutemen,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dave Gahan,
LL Cool J,
Deepchord,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Japan,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Hashim,
Connie Case,
Tim Buckley,
the Swans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Susan Cadogan,
Sonic Youth,
Chris & Cosey,
Kenny Larkin,
Hot Snakes,
Moby Grape,
Suicide,
Magma,
cv313,
Scrapy,
Lungfish,
The Last Poets,
the Sonics,
The Monks,
Bronski Beat,
The Blues Magoos,
Fat Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Litter,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultravox,
Aswad,
Ronnie Foster,
Lalann,
The Seeds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
R.M.O.,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.