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 Malaysia and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe 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 Malaria! to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Slave,
The Victims,
Desert Stars,
Howard Jones,
Sixth Finger,
Altered Images,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nick Fraelich,
K-Klass,
Gong,
Urselle,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Symarip,
Heaven 17,
Eden Ahbez,
Jimmy McGriff,
Arcadia,
Janne Schatter,
Johnny Clarke,
Tim Buckley,
Graham Central Station,
D'Angelo,
Pole,
Quantec,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Newcleus,
Joe Finger,
Darondo,
John Foxx,
Gastr Del Sol,
Thompson Twins,
Alison Limerick,
Arthur Verocai,
Little Man,
The Residents,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fuzztones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
cv313,
Hoover,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Morten Harket,
Moss Icon,
Mission of Burma,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultravox,
The Leaves,
the Swans,
The New Christs,
Minor Threat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Brothers Johnson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Glenn Branca,
Pagans,
Eric Copeland,
Lightning Bolt,
Schoolly D,
Radio Birdman,
The Blackbyrds,
Negative Approach,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.