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 Moldova and from Jakarta.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet 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 Judy Mowatt to the jazz 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
The Cramps,
The Busters,
Nas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
ABBA,
Skriet,
Swell Maps,
Eric Copeland,
Lucky Dragons,
AZ,
Monks,
Fugazi,
Cluster,
Buzzcocks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Zero Boys,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jeff Lynne,
Radio Birdman,
Spandau Ballet,
Q and Not U,
One Last Wish,
Blossom Toes,
Model 500,
Bluetip,
Grauzone,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sparks,
E-Dancer,
The Red Krayola,
Von Mondo,
Can,
Bad Manners,
Ronan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wolf Eyes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Toasters,
Deadbeat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gabor Szabo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bootsy Collins,
Livin' Joy,
Joyce Sims,
Avey Tare,
Faust,
World's Most,
Barry Ungar,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Moon,
Swans,
Minutemen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Flash Fearless,
Suicide,
Marine Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.