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 Iran and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum 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 The Shadows of Knight to the rock 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
the Human League,
Hardrive,
Gang Gang Dance,
Al Stewart,
Das Ding,
The Monks,
EPMD,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
LL Cool J,
Au Pairs,
Basic Channel,
Wings,
Fugazi,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Audionom,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Bananas,
The Leaves,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Prince Buster,
Banda Bassotti,
Tears for Fears,
Moby Grape,
Intrusion,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
In Retrospect,
The Seeds,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Knickerbockers,
The Residents,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed,
The Cure,
The Mojo Men,
Chrome,
Minnie Riperton,
Bob Dylan,
10cc,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pierre Henry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Pus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Patti Smith,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brand Nubian,
The Misunderstood,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Tremeloes,
Stockholm Monsters,
June of 44,
Unrelated Segments,
Letta Mbulu,
X-Ray Spex,
Lightning Bolt,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Count Five,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.