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 Equatorial Guinea and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jerry Gold Smith 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Absolute Body Control,
The Smoke,
10cc,
Man Parrish,
Grey Daturas,
Warsaw,
Magma,
Funky Four + One,
The Cowsills,
Marine Girls,
Jandek,
Brass Construction,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roxy Music,
Von Mondo,
Rod Modell,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bootsy Collins,
Urselle,
R.M.O.,
Kas Product,
The Selecter,
Flamin' Groovies,
D'Angelo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marc Almond,
Jimmy McGriff,
Drexciya,
Angry Samoans,
Darondo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fortunes,
The Cure,
T. Rex,
The Tremeloes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Vladislav Delay,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Piero Umiliani,
The Seeds,
Average White Band,
Los Fastidios,
Animal Collective,
The Remains,
Anakelly,
Guru Guru,
Terrestrial Tones,
Davy DMX,
Moby Grape,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Warren Ellis,
Bauhaus,
Sparks,
Arthur Verocai,
Gong,
Zero Boys,
H. Thieme,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.