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 Albania and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 The Busters to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
The Tremeloes,
Television,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hoover,
Derrick May,
Kerri Chandler,
New York Dolls,
the Swans,
Tears for Fears,
Surgeon,
Kas Product,
The Skatalites,
Ornette Coleman,
Siglo XX,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Average White Band,
Drexciya,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Moody Blues,
Prince Buster,
Junior Murvin,
Cal Tjader,
Main Source,
Tres Demented,
Tim Buckley,
PIL,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dawn Penn,
Idris Muhammad,
Quadrant,
One Last Wish,
Robert Hood,
Althea and Donna,
Anakelly,
Amon Düül,
Darondo,
Rapeman,
Chris Corsano,
New Order,
Wolf Eyes,
Con Funk Shun,
The Move,
Pantaleimon,
Kurtis Blow,
Deadbeat,
JFA,
Japan,
Livin' Joy,
Fear,
The New Christs,
Animal Collective,
Joy Division,
Hot Snakes,
Crispian St. Peters,
FM Einheit,
The Pop Group,
Sällskapet,
MDC,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sonic Youth,
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.