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 Norway and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Sarah Menescal to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Leaves,
L. Decosne,
Bill Near,
Howard Jones,
The J.B.'s,
Joe Finger,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Icehouse,
the Human League,
Graham Central Station,
Idris Muhammad,
Maleditus Sound,
Brick,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jacob Miller,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fad Gadget,
Joy Division,
Aural Exciters,
Hoover,
Crash Course in Science,
Max Romeo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cal Tjader,
Albert Ayler,
Skriet,
Donny Hathaway,
Dark Day,
Jawbox,
Fatback Band,
The Raincoats,
Reagan Youth,
Nik Kershaw,
The Offenders,
Reuben Wilson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Malaria!,
the Soft Cell,
Bluetip,
The Slackers,
Monolake,
Oneida,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Outsiders,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Womack,
Q and Not U,
X-102,
Q65,
The Vogues,
Fear,
The Standells,
Bill Wells,
In Retrospect,
Mars,
The Five Americans,
The Grass Roots,
Spandau Ballet,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.