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 Calgary.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ice-T to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
OOIOO,
MDC,
The Sonics,
Mo-Dettes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Motorama,
EPMD,
Wire,
F. McDonald,
Loose Ends,
Rotary Connection,
The Names,
The Star Department,
Von Mondo,
Matthew Halsall,
Radiohead,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bad Manners,
David Bowie,
Q65,
John Lydon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wally Richardson,
Agitation Free,
Grey Daturas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Toni Rubio,
Brick,
Aaron Thompson,
Sound Behaviour,
MC5,
The Fuzztones,
Dead Boys,
Smog,
FM Einheit,
The Fugs,
This Heat,
Black Moon,
June of 44,
The Golliwogs,
Clear Light,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Christie,
Boz Scaggs,
Tubeway Army,
DJ Sneak,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rites of Spring,
Oblivians,
Bang On A Can,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wings,
Jeff Mills,
Sight & Sound,
Tommy Roe,
The J.B.'s,
Kas Product,
The Vogues,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tears for Fears,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.