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 Saudi Arabia and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Boz Scaggs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
Unwound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tomorrow,
Radio Birdman,
The Techniques,
Terry Callier,
Dual Sessions,
Maurizio,
The Remains,
Fear,
The Fugs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marmalade,
Judy Mowatt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Inner City,
Make Up,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Agent Orange,
Quantec,
Matthew Bourne,
Radiohead,
Sarah Menescal,
John Lydon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aloha Tigers,
Scratch Acid,
Juan Atkins,
The Smoke,
Michelle Simonal,
Cameo,
The Names,
Qualms,
Bobby Byrd,
Max Romeo,
Franke,
Newcleus,
Jeff Lynne,
Eurythmics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Radiopuhelimet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Donald Byrd,
Derrick May,
Smog,
Hashim,
Nik Kershaw,
Peter & Gordon,
Deadbeat,
The Fall,
Rakim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brand Nubian,
The Modern Lovers,
the Association,
Anthony Braxton,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.