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 Niger and from Halifax.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Joy Division to the rock 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Severed Heads,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Electric Prunes,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Skatalites,
Khruangbin,
Rod Modell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rufus Thomas,
Sparks,
Pussy Galore,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Doors,
the Germs,
Bill Wells,
New Order,
Godley & Creme,
Ludus,
Goldenarms,
Ponytail,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Foxx,
Fat Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
Oblivians,
Derrick Morgan,
Pulsallama,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultimate Spinach,
48th St. Collective,
Barry Ungar,
Tubeway Army,
Junior Murvin,
Prince Buster,
The Searchers,
Malaria!,
T.S.O.L.,
June of 44,
Rites of Spring,
The Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sandy B,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Peter and Kerry,
Cameo,
cv313,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
R.M.O.,
Barbara Tucker,
The Kinks,
Marc Almond,
The Leaves,
Au Pairs,
Minny Pops,
Pylon,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.