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 San Marino and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ken Boothe to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Brand Nubian,
Young Marble Giants,
Amon Düül,
JFA,
LL Cool J,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soulsonic Force,
The Names,
Soul II Soul,
Suicide,
Underground Resistance,
Dead Boys,
Fugazi,
The Count Five,
Anakelly,
Ohio Players,
Stiv Bators,
X-Ray Spex,
Faraquet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lindisfarne,
Chrome,
Negative Approach,
Popol Vuh,
Yaz,
Thompson Twins,
Roger Hodgson,
the Slits,
Minny Pops,
DJ Sneak,
Lyres,
Fluxion,
Nirvana,
A Certain Ratio,
Japan,
Avey Tare,
the Human League,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gerry Rafferty,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ronan,
Gichy Dan,
In Retrospect,
DNA,
Shoche,
Qualms,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Christie,
The Fire Engines,
Interpol,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nik Kershaw,
Ornette Coleman,
The Raincoats,
Junior Murvin,
OOIOO,
Roy Ayers,
Supertramp,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.