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 Malawi and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Raincoats to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Womack,
Little Man,
Duran Duran,
H. Thieme,
Peter and Kerry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Grass Roots,
JFA,
Jawbox,
10cc,
Fugazi,
Crash Course in Science,
Suburban Knight,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang Green,
The Birthday Party,
Scratch Acid,
Camouflage,
Alice Coltrane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pantytec,
Interpol,
Pharoah Sanders,
Don Cherry,
Surgeon,
Smog,
Outsiders,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sixth Finger,
Rapeman,
Kas Product,
Hoover,
New Order,
Bluetip,
Maleditus Sound,
Bush Tetras,
Jeff Lynne,
Dark Day,
Essential Logic,
Minutemen,
R.M.O.,
Arab on Radar,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fortunes,
Easy Going,
Yaz,
Average White Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
The Monochrome Set,
Brick,
The Dead C,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pulsallama,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Germs,
Faraquet,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.