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 Uganda and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Monks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Steve Hackett,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sugar Minott,
New Age Steppers,
Average White Band,
Soulsonic Force,
FM Einheit,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jeff Lynne,
The Neon Judgement,
Derrick Morgan,
The Index,
Pole,
Minutemen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Thompson Twins,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marc Almond,
Swell Maps,
Lalann,
Qualms,
Darondo,
One Last Wish,
Connie Case,
The Monochrome Set,
Arab on Radar,
DJ Sneak,
The Mojo Men,
The Slits,
Sarah Menescal,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nas,
Grauzone,
Excepter,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Smiths,
Skriet,
Josef K,
The Young Rascals,
Saccharine Trust,
Agitation Free,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Delta 5,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eyeless In Gaza,
F. McDonald,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gabor Szabo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jawbox,
The Grass Roots,
the Bar-Kays,
Amon Düül II,
Animal Collective,
Maleditus Sound,
Severed Heads,
AZ,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.