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 Argentina and from Winnipeg.
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 Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Desert Stars to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Quantec,
Underground Resistance,
Qualms,
Roger Hodgson,
Kurtis Blow,
Outsiders,
Mark Hollis,
The Durutti Column,
Warsaw,
Cheater Slicks,
Laurel Aitken,
Easy Going,
The Vogues,
Liliput,
Zapp,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Avey Tare,
Erykah Badu,
Bang On A Can,
Absolute Body Control,
The Mummies,
Crime,
The Mojo Men,
The Walker Brothers,
Don Cherry,
Khruangbin,
Zero Boys,
Arcadia,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rotary Connection,
Jacques Brel,
The Neon Judgement,
Byron Stingily,
Sonic Youth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Whodini,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Au Pairs,
Max Romeo,
Cluster,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nirvana,
Alice Coltrane,
Goldenarms,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
L. Decosne,
The Real Kids,
Make Up,
Peter and Kerry,
T.S.O.L.,
Neu!,
Big Daddy Kane,
Toni Rubio,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soulsonic Force,
Wolf Eyes,
Animal Collective,
Altered Images,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.