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 Peru and from Salvador.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum 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 Rufus Thomas to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Guru Guru,
Connie Case,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eurythmics,
Dual Sessions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Organ,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Skaos,
June Days,
cv313,
Faust,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Reed,
Anthony Braxton,
Aloha Tigers,
Pagans,
Maleditus Sound,
Mo-Dettes,
Tears for Fears,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
Sällskapet,
Black Moon,
Sarah Menescal,
Johnny Clarke,
Audionom,
David Axelrod,
The Vogues,
Tres Demented,
Surgeon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bang On A Can,
Maurizio,
Urselle,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fortunes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lower 48,
Das Ding,
Henry Cow,
Spoonie Gee,
Underground Resistance,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Robert Görl,
Derrick Morgan,
Brass Construction,
Peter & Gordon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soulsonic Force,
Ossler,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Peter and Kerry,
This Heat,
the Soft Cell,
The Motions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Searchers,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.