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 Andorra and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Robert Palmer 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
The Pop Group,
Jandek,
U.S. Maple,
Mission of Burma,
The Names,
CMW,
Moby Grape,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bronski Beat,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang of Four,
Symarip,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Moleskins,
Joe Smooth,
The Pretty Things,
Hasil Adkins,
Ice-T,
the Association,
Half Japanese,
The Barracudas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eurythmics,
Peter and Kerry,
Stetsasonic,
Oneida,
Von Mondo,
Livin' Joy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Sherman,
UT,
The Red Krayola,
Interpol,
Q65,
The Techniques,
Guru Guru,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Invisible,
China Crisis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deepchord,
Popol Vuh,
Eden Ahbez,
Easy Going,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Toasters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Archie Shepp,
Crispian St. Peters,
Con Funk Shun,
the Normal,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tommy Roe,
James White and The Blacks,
The Real Kids,
Gong,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.