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 Djibouti and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eve St. Jones to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Toni Rubio,
Circle Jerks,
Idris Muhammad,
Neu!,
T. Rex,
Deakin,
Black Sheep,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jacob Miller,
The Remains,
Fela Kuti,
The Barracudas,
Gichy Dan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Standells,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Essential Logic,
New York Dolls,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Sherman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Bourne,
The Misunderstood,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Kinks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gastr Del Sol,
Negative Approach,
Quantec,
Tom Boy,
Warsaw,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dave Gahan,
Inner City,
Lou Christie,
The Tremeloes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Sonics,
Audionom,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dark Day,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pagans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brand Nubian,
The Music Machine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Zeros,
Newcleus,
Icehouse,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Blues Magoos,
Television,
Amon Düül,
Charles Mingus,
Faraquet,
David McCallum,
Max Romeo,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.