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 Grenada and from Philadelphia.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Arthur Verocai to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
The Searchers,
Rosa Yemen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Interpol,
Gong,
Neil Young,
Deepchord,
Yusef Lateef,
Mad Mike,
Von Mondo,
John Holt,
Janne Schatter,
Steve Hackett,
Tropical Tobacco,
Simply Red,
The Buckinghams,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Judy Mowatt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bill Near,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Happenings,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ossler,
Ultra Naté,
Grandmaster Flash,
Albert Ayler,
Ornette Coleman,
Joey Negro,
Sixth Finger,
Qualms,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Desert Stars,
Unwound,
Subhumans,
The Monochrome Set,
Zapp,
Bang On A Can,
Alison Limerick,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lungfish,
Parry Music,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sonic Youth,
The Durutti Column,
Liliput,
Godley & Creme,
The Blues Magoos,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Trojans,
Bauhaus,
Rod Modell,
Blake Baxter,
Archie Shepp,
Eurythmics,
Isaac Hayes,
Vladislav Delay,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.