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 Georgia and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Joyce Sims to the rock 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bang On A Can,
Tubeway Army,
Magma,
Sugar Minott,
Model 500,
Ludus,
Metal Thangz,
Don Cherry,
Panda Bear,
Brick,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soulsonic Force,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Agitation Free,
Idris Muhammad,
Niagra,
48th St. Collective,
Malaria!,
Can,
Flipper,
The Selecter,
Mark Hollis,
UT,
Visage,
Skriet,
Young Marble Giants,
The Vogues,
The Cowsills,
The Knickerbockers,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
One Last Wish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Royal Trux,
Byron Stingily,
Con Funk Shun,
Nils Olav,
Jimmy McGriff,
E-Dancer,
Camberwell Now,
Wasted Youth,
Robert Hood,
Audionom,
Johnny Clarke,
Bill Near,
Deakin,
The Skatalites,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Chrome,
The Blackbyrds,
Connie Case,
the Soft Cell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Zapp,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Motorama,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ken Boothe,
The Remains,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.