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 South Africa and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet 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 Pylon to the punk 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Delta 5,
Excepter,
Oblivians,
Soft Machine,
Alphaville,
Lakeside,
Quando Quango,
Cymande,
Suburban Knight,
Lower 48,
Au Pairs,
Mark Hollis,
The Star Department,
Shoche,
Brick,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultravox,
Technova,
Nas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pantaleimon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Qualms,
The Raincoats,
Dark Day,
Sandy B,
Charles Mingus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Juan Atkins,
The Electric Prunes,
Patti Smith,
Harpers Bizarre,
Adolescents,
The Mummies,
John Holt,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Swans,
The Evens,
The Monochrome Set,
Shuggie Otis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Wake,
Monolake,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Reagan Youth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mars,
Amon Düül,
Groovy Waters,
JFA,
Zero Boys,
Kas Product,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Smiths,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.