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 Indonesia and from Seoul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
The Slackers,
The Leaves,
Funkadelic,
Amon Düül,
Yusef Lateef,
Scientists,
Stetsasonic,
Dennis Brown,
Jimmy McGriff,
Metal Thangz,
Cluster,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soft Cell,
Buzzcocks,
Fear,
The Move,
Patti Smith,
Roger Hodgson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deepchord,
Anthony Braxton,
Guru Guru,
Rosa Yemen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
X-102,
The Wake,
Bronski Beat,
Sister Nancy,
Yellowson,
Interpol,
cv313,
Khruangbin,
the Normal,
Black Flag,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Michelle Simonal,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Sound,
Clear Light,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Sonics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dark Day,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Coltrane,
Von Mondo,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Invisible,
Joyce Sims,
Con Funk Shun,
Boredoms,
Icehouse,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Silicon Teens,
Bush Tetras,
Heaven 17,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lungfish,
The Divine Comedy,
Make Up,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.