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 Tanzania and from Bologna.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Spokane.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 LL Cool J to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sixth Finger,
Delta 5,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eddi Front,
Vainqueur,
New Order,
Maurizio,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Five Americans,
the Normal,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wolf Eyes,
The Pretty Things,
Suburban Knight,
the Human League,
The Evens,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Smoke,
Donny Hathaway,
Yazoo,
Gabor Szabo,
Moby Grape,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ken Boothe,
Jerry's Kids,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Blossom Toes,
Country Teasers,
Soft Machine,
Sound Behaviour,
Parry Music,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alison Limerick,
Ice-T,
Cymande,
Carl Craig,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barbara Tucker,
Surgeon,
Shoche,
Minor Threat,
Jacob Miller,
Hoover,
E-Dancer,
Sparks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wasted Youth,
The Blackbyrds,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cybotron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Siglo XX,
Lou Reed,
Public Enemy,
Dawn Penn,
Yellowson,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.