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 Germany and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rod Modell to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Main Source,
Suicide,
Bob Dylan,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Moon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lee Hazlewood,
Johnny Osbourne,
Deakin,
Essential Logic,
Gang Starr,
The Wake,
Cheater Slicks,
Dawn Penn,
Deadbeat,
Pantytec,
Ice-T,
The Blackbyrds,
Clear Light,
Boogie Down Productions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wings,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alison Limerick,
EPMD,
Yaz,
The Barracudas,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Christie,
Easy Going,
Pylon,
Bang On A Can,
Idris Muhammad,
The Sonics,
Minnie Riperton,
Soulsonic Force,
48th St. Collective,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
K-Klass,
Al Stewart,
Dual Sessions,
Warsaw,
Lungfish,
the Human League,
Maurizio,
Duran Duran,
This Heat,
New York Dolls,
Robert Görl,
Cecil Taylor,
Spoonie Gee,
Arthur Verocai,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gladiators,
Monolake,
L. Decosne,
F. McDonald,
Soft Cell,
Kaleidoscope,
The Invisible,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.