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 Micronesia and from Shanghai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the disco 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Grauzone,
Mandrill,
Q and Not U,
Tom Boy,
The Victims,
Slick Rick,
Avey Tare,
Little Man,
Arab on Radar,
Sexual Harrassment,
Peter and Kerry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soft Cell,
Average White Band,
Amon Düül II,
Dawn Penn,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Quadrant,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alphaville,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Monochrome Set,
Japan,
Altered Images,
Brick,
The Gories,
Tim Buckley,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
OOIOO,
the Association,
Fluxion,
John Foxx,
Brothers Johnson,
The Slits,
Anakelly,
Khruangbin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Germs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Suicide,
Lou Christie,
Model 500,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Neon Judgement,
Isaac Hayes,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Toasters,
Supertramp,
D'Angelo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Inner City,
F. McDonald,
Deadbeat,
The Invisible,
Charles Mingus,
The Searchers,
Jerry's Kids,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rufus Thomas,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.