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 Greece and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord 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 Jeff Mills to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Y Pants,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lower 48,
Man Eating Sloth,
Derrick Morgan,
X-Ray Spex,
Grauzone,
The Angels of Light,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Half Japanese,
Bauhaus,
Chris Corsano,
Curtis Mayfield,
Warren Ellis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lungfish,
Yellowson,
David Bowie,
Peter and Kerry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Babytalk,
Judy Mowatt,
Barclay James Harvest,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sonic Youth,
Television,
Cameo,
Subhumans,
Dawn Penn,
Ultimate Spinach,
The New Christs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fatback Band,
Charles Mingus,
Robert Wyatt,
Schoolly D,
Max Romeo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Sherman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Porter Ricks,
Albert Ayler,
Terry Callier,
Depeche Mode,
Howard Jones,
Marcia Griffiths,
Saccharine Trust,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joensuu 1685,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Delta 5,
LL Cool J,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bush Tetras,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gladiators,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Average White Band,
Sarah Menescal,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.