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 Kiribati and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Lyres to the rock 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Misunderstood,
Bronski Beat,
Black Flag,
The Fugs,
The Cowsills,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Sonics,
The American Breed,
Jesper Dahlback,
Average White Band,
Sixth Finger,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rotary Connection,
The Motions,
Barry Ungar,
Television,
The Tremeloes,
This Heat,
Smog,
CMW,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Flesh Eaters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brothers Johnson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gastr Del Sol,
Todd Rundgren,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Delon & Dalcan,
Von Mondo,
Kaleidoscope,
Kas Product,
Blake Baxter,
Black Pus,
Darondo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Doobie Brothers,
Quadrant,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
A Certain Ratio,
OOIOO,
Nick Fraelich,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Camberwell Now,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bad Manners,
The Happenings,
Kerri Chandler,
Stockholm Monsters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Seeds,
F. McDonald,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aloha Tigers,
Ornette Coleman,
The Human League,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.