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 Uruguay and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum 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 Marmalade to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba 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 marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Moon,
Joey Negro,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Flag,
Freddie Wadling,
Steve Hackett,
Subhumans,
The Offenders,
Underground Resistance,
Pole,
Silicon Teens,
Moss Icon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roxy Music,
Howard Jones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Idris Muhammad,
Desert Stars,
Judy Mowatt,
Kenny Larkin,
Cameo,
F. McDonald,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Slits,
Grey Daturas,
Rekid,
Terrestrial Tones,
H. Thieme,
Bluetip,
Byron Stingily,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
LL Cool J,
Anthony Braxton,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Johnny Clarke,
Mission of Burma,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dual Sessions,
Con Funk Shun,
Easy Going,
Crooked Eye,
Matthew Halsall,
Urselle,
Metal Thangz,
The J.B.'s,
Wings,
This Heat,
48th St. Collective,
David McCallum,
Half Japanese,
The Tremeloes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lakeside,
Erasure,
Ornette Coleman,
The Names,
The Move,
Suburban Knight,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Byrd,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.