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 Japan and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the grime 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Brass Construction,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cal Tjader,
Danielle Patucci,
Eric Copeland,
Hashim,
Stiv Bators,
The Golliwogs,
MDC,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Das Ding,
The Young Rascals,
Echospace,
the Human League,
Tim Buckley,
Crispy Ambulance,
R.M.O.,
The Residents,
Kas Product,
Wasted Youth,
Junior Murvin,
Massinfluence,
China Crisis,
Byron Stingily,
The Gories,
Eden Ahbez,
Brick,
Marshall Jefferson,
Moebius,
Marc Almond,
Neil Young,
The Star Department,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pussy Galore,
Alton Ellis,
Donald Byrd,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barclay James Harvest,
Buzzcocks,
U.S. Maple,
Motorama,
Grey Daturas,
Spoonie Gee,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Warsaw,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fad Gadget,
UT,
Ludus,
Bobby Byrd,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kaleidoscope,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultra Naté,
Interpol,
Minny Pops,
The Skatalites,
Surgeon,
Eric Dolphy,
Ronnie Foster,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.