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 Serbia and from Tokyo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 Boz Scaggs to the electroclash 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Jandek,
Marine Girls,
Toni Rubio,
Suburban Knight,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minor Threat,
Oblivians,
Talk Talk,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fela Kuti,
Rhythm & Sound,
Reagan Youth,
The Associates,
Oneida,
Idris Muhammad,
AZ,
Kas Product,
Lou Reed,
Morten Harket,
Parry Music,
Leonard Cohen,
Main Source,
Y Pants,
48th St. Collective,
Desert Stars,
The Evens,
D'Angelo,
Skaos,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Last Poets,
Throbbing Gristle,
Buzzcocks,
David Bowie,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sun City Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barbara Tucker,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Techniques,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Count Five,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Man Parrish,
Alice Coltrane,
Television,
Sugar Minott,
Godley & Creme,
Shuggie Otis,
Grey Daturas,
Lungfish,
The Divine Comedy,
Funkadelic,
Derrick May,
Metal Thangz,
Slave,
Camouflage,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.