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 Russia and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 the Human League to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Jeff Lynne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grauzone,
Arthur Verocai,
The Happenings,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
kango's stein massive,
Black Pus,
Bad Manners,
The Slits,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Porter Ricks,
Royal Trux,
John Holt,
Barclay James Harvest,
Boredoms,
Radiopuhelimet,
The American Breed,
Minnie Riperton,
Pantytec,
Half Japanese,
Drive Like Jehu,
Excepter,
Jacques Brel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
10cc,
FM Einheit,
Susan Cadogan,
John Foxx,
Stereo Dub,
Jacob Miller,
Boz Scaggs,
Zapp,
Eli Mardock,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mo-Dettes,
Freddie Wadling,
Cecil Taylor,
The Residents,
Steve Hackett,
Subhumans,
Wire,
F. McDonald,
Aloha Tigers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Young Marble Giants,
The Beau Brummels,
AZ,
Underground Resistance,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Mummies,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Pretty Things,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Mojo Men,
Moby Grape,
Chrome,
Bootsy Collins,
The Birthday Party,
Pagans,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.