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 Singapore and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the guitar 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 Jawbox to the funk 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Groovy Waters,
Avey Tare,
Parry Music,
Loose Ends,
The Knickerbockers,
In Retrospect,
The Beau Brummels,
John Foxx,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Albert Ayler,
Tim Buckley,
Black Moon,
One Last Wish,
The Vogues,
The Fugs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sister Nancy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Names,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Man Eating Sloth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Blancmange,
Pussy Galore,
X-102,
Magma,
Niagra,
Connie Case,
Nirvana,
a-ha,
Funky Four + One,
Junior Murvin,
Henry Cow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fire Engines,
The Pretty Things,
The Flesh Eaters,
Trumans Water,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Anakelly,
Bluetip,
Yaz,
Isaac Hayes,
Donny Hathaway,
Section 25,
The J.B.'s,
Terry Callier,
Pulsallama,
Nick Fraelich,
The American Breed,
Deepchord,
Todd Rundgren,
Slick Rick,
Judy Mowatt,
the Soft Cell,
Jawbox,
Michelle Simonal,
New Order,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fuzztones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.