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 Libya and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
The Slackers,
Supertramp,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Human League,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
World's Most,
Main Source,
The Gun Club,
Bad Manners,
John Cale,
Bush Tetras,
Tim Buckley,
The Fugs,
Symarip,
Dorothy Ashby,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marcia Griffiths,
Derrick May,
Jawbox,
Average White Band,
Babytalk,
The Standells,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hardrive,
Connie Case,
Faraquet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Man Parrish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Prince Buster,
Youth Brigade,
Fluxion,
Rod Modell,
Stereo Dub,
the Swans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Boredoms,
Country Teasers,
The Red Krayola,
Bob Dylan,
The Index,
Chris Corsano,
Whodini,
Joy Division,
Negative Approach,
John Holt,
Groovy Waters,
The Associates,
Rosa Yemen,
Radiohead,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Qualms,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Little Man,
The Detroit Cobras,
Amazonics,
AZ,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.