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 Ecuador 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Skaos 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Pole,
John Foxx,
Pet Shop Boys,
La Düsseldorf,
Brass Construction,
Mark Hollis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kaleidoscope,
Glenn Branca,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yazoo,
Deepchord,
The Buckinghams,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joe Smooth,
Thompson Twins,
Spoonie Gee,
Rufus Thomas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Symarip,
Livin' Joy,
Clear Light,
Agent Orange,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang of Four,
Sun City Girls,
Underground Resistance,
The Misunderstood,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
R.M.O.,
Nas,
The Zeros,
June of 44,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sandy B,
Junior Murvin,
Alice Coltrane,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Germs,
The Velvet Underground,
Suicide,
Bill Wells,
T.S.O.L.,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kayak,
Soul Sonic Force,
Avey Tare,
Sonny Sharrock,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lindisfarne,
Marmalade,
Vainqueur,
Black Sheep,
48th St. Collective,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scratch Acid,
Neu!,
Eden Ahbez,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.