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 Nigeria and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Michael McDonald 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 Ornette Coleman to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Marmalade,
New Order,
Idris Muhammad,
Mo-Dettes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mr. Review,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rotary Connection,
Peter & Gordon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gichy Dan,
The Victims,
The Music Machine,
Darondo,
Prince Buster,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sun City Girls,
MC5,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wings,
The Names,
Saccharine Trust,
Subhumans,
The American Breed,
T.S.O.L.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jimmy McGriff,
Charles Mingus,
Pantytec,
Dead Boys,
Easy Going,
Tommy Roe,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Electric Prunes,
Popol Vuh,
Urselle,
Minutemen,
Curtis Mayfield,
Oblivians,
The Fire Engines,
The Motions,
X-101,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
One Last Wish,
The Gun Club,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Siglo XX,
Wire,
Thee Headcoats,
June Days,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
MDC,
Camouflage,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang Gang Dance,
Johnny Osbourne,
Byron Stingily,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Dead C,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.