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 Bolivia and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar 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 Bang On A Can to the jazz 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Quadrant,
The Gladiators,
The United States of America,
The Beau Brummels,
Bad Manners,
Moebius,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Skatalites,
Funky Four + One,
June of 44,
The Star Department,
X-Ray Spex,
the Fania All-Stars,
Delta 5,
DNA,
Magma,
Oneida,
Iggy Pop,
Japan,
Chrome,
The Fuzztones,
The Knickerbockers,
Bush Tetras,
Mission of Burma,
Interpol,
Henry Cow,
Glenn Branca,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wasted Youth,
Kerri Chandler,
Radiopuhelimet,
Charles Mingus,
Hasil Adkins,
Unrelated Segments,
kango's stein massive,
Tim Buckley,
Lindisfarne,
This Heat,
Joyce Sims,
Bill Near,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Moleskins,
Infiniti,
Ash Ra Tempel,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gap Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Urselle,
Goldenarms,
Faraquet,
The Young Rascals,
Skriet,
Tom Boy,
Robert Wyatt,
Sister Nancy,
The Seeds,
Brick,
Roy Ayers,
Arcadia,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Christie,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.