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 Gambia and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
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 spring reverb 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 Sex Pistols to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Deakin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Association,
Icehouse,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bush Tetras,
kango's stein massive,
Urselle,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crime,
Rufus Thomas,
Junior Murvin,
Blancmange,
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Byrd,
Marcia Griffiths,
Donald Byrd,
The Birthday Party,
Derrick Morgan,
Amon Düül II,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Barracudas,
Von Mondo,
Bluetip,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jeff Lynne,
Surgeon,
Saccharine Trust,
Con Funk Shun,
Henry Cow,
L. Decosne,
Boredoms,
Ronan,
Pere Ubu,
The American Breed,
Camberwell Now,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Arab on Radar,
Toni Rubio,
Metal Thangz,
the Soft Cell,
Janne Schatter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Toasters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Monochrome Set,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Derrick May,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Amazonics,
Japan,
The Monks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Organ,
June of 44,
The Wake,
Tears for Fears,
Sarah Menescal,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
R.M.O.,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.