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 Estonia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Dawn Penn to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jeff Lynne,
Jacob Miller,
Brand Nubian,
Spandau Ballet,
Ponytail,
U.S. Maple,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lebanon Hanover,
Man Eating Sloth,
DJ Style,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bob Dylan,
The Fire Engines,
Thompson Twins,
A Certain Ratio,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Durutti Column,
Warren Ellis,
Eurythmics,
Whodini,
The Modern Lovers,
Morten Harket,
The Move,
Charles Mingus,
Alton Ellis,
The Litter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Qualms,
The Selecter,
The Moleskins,
Anthony Braxton,
The Mojo Men,
Crash Course in Science,
Alphaville,
Audionom,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kurtis Blow,
The Index,
Terrestrial Tones,
Reagan Youth,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Chris Corsano,
Guru Guru,
Don Cherry,
Roy Ayers,
Alison Limerick,
Heaven 17,
Tommy Roe,
Bizarre Inc.,
Q65,
Infiniti,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Leonard Cohen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Spoonie Gee,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gil Scott Heron,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.