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 Liechtenstein and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes 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 Grey Daturas to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Saccharine Trust,
David Axelrod,
The Dave Clark Five,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Youth Brigade,
World's Most,
Agent Orange,
Crash Course in Science,
Second Layer,
Duran Duran,
Mo-Dettes,
Morten Harket,
Dawn Penn,
China Crisis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stockholm Monsters,
Buzzcocks,
CMW,
The Gun Club,
Joy Division,
Marmalade,
The Stooges,
Jesper Dahlback,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dual Sessions,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grauzone,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pantytec,
Ohio Players,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wally Richardson,
The Mojo Men,
Liliput,
Joe Smooth,
The Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joyce Sims,
The Cramps,
Oblivians,
Dark Day,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Livin' Joy,
The Birthday Party,
Theoretical Girls,
The Associates,
Blancmange,
Mars,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fall,
Junior Murvin,
Bauhaus,
The Pop Group,
Chris Corsano,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.