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 San Marino and from Bologna.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Duran Duran to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
the Bar-Kays,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Das Ding,
Moby Grape,
Monks,
Alphaville,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultra Naté,
Rotary Connection,
The Doors,
Steve Hackett,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Skatalites,
Mad Mike,
Sex Pistols,
Visage,
John Lydon,
Peter & Gordon,
Funky Four + One,
Khruangbin,
F. McDonald,
Faraquet,
Josef K,
Icehouse,
The Monochrome Set,
Bill Near,
Excepter,
Joy Division,
These Immortal Souls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bang On A Can,
Guru Guru,
Jawbox,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ronnie Foster,
Michelle Simonal,
Wasted Youth,
Connie Case,
Terrestrial Tones,
Procol Harum,
Camouflage,
Ultravox,
Davy DMX,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Technova,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Stooges,
Arthur Verocai,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nico,
Kayak,
Sällskapet,
Don Cherry,
The Grass Roots,
The Knickerbockers,
One Last Wish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.