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 Iraq and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the jazz 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Bad Manners,
The Electric Prunes,
Radio Birdman,
Harmonia,
Roger Hodgson,
The Monks,
A Certain Ratio,
The Star Department,
Graham Central Station,
Vladislav Delay,
Circle Jerks,
Supertramp,
Eve St. Jones,
Darondo,
The Young Rascals,
Oneida,
The Knickerbockers,
Sister Nancy,
T. Rex,
The Divine Comedy,
Minnie Riperton,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Associates,
MC5,
Ultravox,
Can,
Eric Dolphy,
Morten Harket,
Technova,
Fela Kuti,
The Real Kids,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yaz,
Surgeon,
Adolescents,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Banda Bassotti,
Joy Division,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mandrill,
The Slits,
Lindisfarne,
The Selecter,
The Smoke,
The J.B.'s,
Laurel Aitken,
The Techniques,
Saccharine Trust,
Lyres,
Chrome,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bill Near,
DJ Sneak,
EPMD,
Talk Talk,
The Doors,
Cluster,
Inner City,
Bill Wells,
Spoonie Gee,
Shuggie Otis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.