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 Micronesia and from Bremen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin 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 kango's stein massive to the jazz 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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 Cowsills,
Sound Behaviour,
Boz Scaggs,
X-Ray Spex,
Rod Modell,
Joe Finger,
Ludus,
Alphaville,
Buzzcocks,
Fat Boys,
Darondo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Funkadelic,
One Last Wish,
Cheater Slicks,
The Durutti Column,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
La Düsseldorf,
Robert Hood,
The J.B.'s,
Accadde A,
The Sonics,
Gang of Four,
Rufus Thomas,
Minutemen,
The Gories,
The Dead C,
JFA,
Arab on Radar,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lightning Bolt,
The Searchers,
Tubeway Army,
UT,
Tropical Tobacco,
Country Teasers,
X-101,
Avey Tare,
Camouflage,
The Birthday Party,
Kerri Chandler,
Swans,
Byron Stingily,
Circle Jerks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Matthew Bourne,
Howard Jones,
Tres Demented,
Eric B and Rakim,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mary Jane Girls,
Basic Channel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dark Day,
Can,
Flash Fearless,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sister Nancy,
Quando Quango,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.