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 London.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Amon Düül II to the dance 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
The Last Poets,
Frankie Knuckles,
Skriet,
The Raincoats,
Simply Red,
Ornette Coleman,
Flamin' Groovies,
X-101,
Donny Hathaway,
Qualms,
Laurel Aitken,
Ralphi Rosario,
Von Mondo,
Fat Boys,
Black Flag,
The Grass Roots,
Pole,
Whodini,
Masters at Work,
Black Sheep,
Thee Headcoats,
Eric Copeland,
Excepter,
Adolescents,
Sandy B,
Curtis Mayfield,
Josef K,
Rekid,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Blossom Toes,
the Human League,
X-102,
Jacob Miller,
Henry Cow,
Lungfish,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wolf Eyes,
Yusef Lateef,
T. Rex,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ituana,
Stiv Bators,
Magazine,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nas,
Joensuu 1685,
Second Layer,
Dave Gahan,
Eli Mardock,
Nils Olav,
Angry Samoans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roger Hodgson,
Deepchord,
The Smoke,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Neil Young,
Scott Walker,
Massinfluence,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.