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 Solomon Islands and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro 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 B.T. Express to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos 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?
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Golliwogs,
The United States of America,
The Birthday Party,
Kool Moe Dee,
Zero Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Divine Comedy,
The Pretty Things,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cowsills,
Technova,
Hardrive,
Altered Images,
The Selecter,
Mandrill,
Lightning Bolt,
The Young Rascals,
The Stooges,
Delon & Dalcan,
Angry Samoans,
Electric Prunes,
Tommy Roe,
Ten City,
Deakin,
Anakelly,
Liliput,
Suicide,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Pus,
Dark Day,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gories,
Blake Baxter,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Kinks,
Circle Jerks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Barracudas,
Terry Callier,
Thee Headcoats,
Marshall Jefferson,
FM Einheit,
Symarip,
The Busters,
John Lydon,
Janne Schatter,
The Gap Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Q65,
Alton Ellis,
Godley & Creme,
Minnie Riperton,
Wire,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roxette,
E-Dancer,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.