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 South Africa and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Wings to the grunge 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Peter and Kerry,
Oneida,
Delta 5,
Desert Stars,
H. Thieme,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Trojans,
Jeff Lynne,
CMW,
Brick,
The Slackers,
The Red Krayola,
Tim Buckley,
Dark Day,
Black Moon,
Fad Gadget,
The Smiths,
Flamin' Groovies,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash,
Albert Ayler,
The Saints,
Jesper Dahlback,
Zapp,
Quadrant,
Popol Vuh,
Slick Rick,
Cameo,
Amon Düül II,
The Modern Lovers,
B.T. Express,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Flag,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rites of Spring,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cure,
The Leaves,
Main Source,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Simply Red,
Bad Manners,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Wake,
Duran Duran,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Birthday Party,
Loose Ends,
The Beau Brummels,
The Doors,
Robert Görl,
The Fuzztones,
Index,
Eden Ahbez,
Steve Hackett,
The Dead C,
The Blues Magoos,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.