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 Brazil and from Copenhagen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Agent Orange to the electroclash 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
The Toasters,
Young Marble Giants,
The Names,
The Fall,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hot Snakes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Parry Music,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bang On A Can,
Desert Stars,
Lyres,
Procol Harum,
Wire,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Lydon,
Marine Girls,
Main Source,
The Gladiators,
The Detroit Cobras,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Max Romeo,
The Fugs,
Arthur Verocai,
Depeche Mode,
Shuggie Otis,
Cal Tjader,
Guru Guru,
The Last Poets,
Glenn Branca,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Oneida,
Los Fastidios,
Kurtis Blow,
Kayak,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Au Pairs,
Motorama,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alphaville,
ABC,
Archie Shepp,
Reuben Wilson,
Echospace,
The Buckinghams,
Cybotron,
Nas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Avey Tare,
The New Christs,
Soul II Soul,
Juan Atkins,
Dennis Brown,
Grauzone,
Al Stewart,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wasted Youth,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.