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 Czech Republic and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin 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 World's Most to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Patti Smith,
Wire,
The Seeds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Q and Not U,
The Litter,
Audionom,
Crispian St. Peters,
H. Thieme,
Ice-T,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tears for Fears,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Niagra,
These Immortal Souls,
Nick Fraelich,
Henry Cow,
Scott Walker,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Swans,
The Black Dice,
Fat Boys,
Soft Cell,
The Cowsills,
The Monochrome Set,
Morten Harket,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lucky Dragons,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Detroit Cobras,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
Grandmaster Flash,
Isaac Hayes,
Spandau Ballet,
Radiohead,
Country Teasers,
Funkadelic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Swans,
John Coltrane,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fatback Band,
June Days,
Kayak,
Man Parrish,
K-Klass,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Duran Duran,
Ohio Players,
David Axelrod,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Saccharine Trust,
The Dead C,
Terry Callier,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.