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 Malta and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Moleskins to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Sarah Menescal,
Pagans,
Maurizio,
T.S.O.L.,
Aloha Tigers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The United States of America,
Altered Images,
F. McDonald,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ice-T,
Ultravox,
Marc Almond,
Lungfish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DJ Sneak,
the Human League,
Bobby Byrd,
Q and Not U,
Shoche,
Technova,
The Vogues,
The Gun Club,
The Fuzztones,
the Normal,
Bob Dylan,
The Slits,
Albert Ayler,
The Sonics,
Porter Ricks,
The New Christs,
Monolake,
a-ha,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Depeche Mode,
Wolf Eyes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camberwell Now,
Joyce Sims,
Junior Murvin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Qualms,
Isaac Hayes,
Stetsasonic,
Hoover,
Gong,
cv313,
ABC,
LL Cool J,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barrington Levy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Piero Umiliani,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eric Dolphy,
Ten City,
Camouflage,
World's Most,
Eurythmics,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.