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 Ireland and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Blackbyrds to the funk 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Talk Talk,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lower 48,
Donald Byrd,
Joensuu 1685,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jeff Lynne,
The Doors,
Pylon,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rosa Yemen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yusef Lateef,
Grey Daturas,
Kenny Larkin,
The Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
The Last Poets,
The Litter,
Tears for Fears,
Matthew Halsall,
Alison Limerick,
L. Decosne,
Trumans Water,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Amon Düül II,
Joyce Sims,
Funky Four + One,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kayak,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Techniques,
Delta 5,
The Moleskins,
F. McDonald,
The Slits,
Johnny Clarke,
Roy Ayers,
Youth Brigade,
Pierre Henry,
The Star Department,
Gregory Isaacs,
Blossom Toes,
10cc,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Angry Samoans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
R.M.O.,
The Smoke,
Barry Ungar,
Siglo XX,
Ossler,
Black Sheep,
Fat Boys,
Monks,
Mark Hollis,
The Sonics,
The Detroit Cobras,
Flash Fearless,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.