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 Canada and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Minor Threat 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Henry Cow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Raincoats,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nirvana,
The Walker Brothers,
Howard Jones,
Wasted Youth,
Blancmange,
Franke,
the Association,
The Buckinghams,
Carl Craig,
Circle Jerks,
This Heat,
Quantec,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crime,
The Seeds,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Beau Brummels,
The Blues Magoos,
Fatback Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scientists,
Sex Pistols,
the Soft Cell,
Technova,
Mantronix,
Ohio Players,
Intrusion,
Mad Mike,
Prince Buster,
The Evens,
Country Teasers,
Fat Boys,
Terry Callier,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
cv313,
Flamin' Groovies,
Reagan Youth,
Fugazi,
Joe Smooth,
Arab on Radar,
Agent Orange,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wolf Eyes,
The Zeros,
Roy Ayers,
Lower 48,
Camberwell Now,
Thee Headcoats,
Jeru the Damaja,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Spoonie Gee,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.