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 Micronesia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Al Stewart to the grime 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Sam Rivers,
The Mojo Men,
Quantec,
Bang On A Can,
Severed Heads,
Ultimate Spinach,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Von Mondo,
Tommy Roe,
The Sonics,
Colin Newman,
The Vogues,
Panda Bear,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yazoo,
the Germs,
Wasted Youth,
Oneida,
Dawn Penn,
X-102,
The J.B.'s,
Pierre Henry,
Mad Mike,
Fad Gadget,
The Motions,
Blancmange,
Peter and Kerry,
Al Stewart,
cv313,
LL Cool J,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ice-T,
The Last Poets,
Althea and Donna,
Unwound,
Fear,
Country Teasers,
Funkadelic,
Cheater Slicks,
Rites of Spring,
Nils Olav,
Fat Boys,
Moby Grape,
Vainqueur,
Sällskapet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fela Kuti,
The Gun Club,
Zero Boys,
The Mummies,
Fluxion,
Joyce Sims,
Soft Cell,
Motorama,
Minor Threat,
Surgeon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eddi Front,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grey Daturas,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.