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 Lithuania and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum 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 The Golliwogs to the crunk 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Organ,
Lyres,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Steve Hackett,
Tom Boy,
Icehouse,
Moby Grape,
The Moleskins,
Banda Bassotti,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Motions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sun Ra,
The Residents,
Glenn Branca,
Radiohead,
Mars,
Von Mondo,
The Cramps,
Eurythmics,
Lindisfarne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Silicon Teens,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Buzzcocks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Babytalk,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gichy Dan,
Nico,
Sparks,
Joe Finger,
Black Flag,
Talk Talk,
Maleditus Sound,
John Holt,
Nation of Ulysses,
Goldenarms,
The Gun Club,
The Birthday Party,
Hasil Adkins,
Whodini,
Alice Coltrane,
Fatback Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jeff Lynne,
Blossom Toes,
Max Romeo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Robert Hood,
The Tremeloes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
China Crisis,
La Düsseldorf,
Bauhaus,
Tres Demented,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fifty Foot Hose,
PIL,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ponytail,
Kaleidoscope,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.