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 Spain and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 The Misunderstood to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dawn Penn,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hoover,
EPMD,
The Zeros,
Jawbox,
Boredoms,
Lucky Dragons,
The Litter,
Chris Corsano,
Rod Modell,
Gong,
Zero Boys,
The Barracudas,
cv313,
Q and Not U,
Underground Resistance,
The New Christs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Erykah Badu,
Gichy Dan,
The Leaves,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Dead C,
The Modern Lovers,
New Age Steppers,
The Durutti Column,
Yellowson,
Bobby Sherman,
Maurizio,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kaleidoscope,
The Dirtbombs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bronski Beat,
The Skatalites,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pantytec,
Animal Collective,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minnie Riperton,
Charles Mingus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deadbeat,
Joey Negro,
Dead Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wings,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fugazi,
Swell Maps,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Subhumans,
Rosa Yemen,
June Days,
Lou Reed,
Kool Moe Dee,
Archie Shepp,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.