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 Malta and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scientists,
Nas,
Peter & Gordon,
D'Angelo,
The Fugs,
Brand Nubian,
The Victims,
Kool Moe Dee,
Byron Stingily,
Minnie Riperton,
Ten City,
Letta Mbulu,
Arcadia,
Simply Red,
the Association,
Cluster,
Joy Division,
Donald Byrd,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fall,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Leaves,
Little Man,
Urselle,
In Retrospect,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ossler,
Pole,
Mantronix,
Angry Samoans,
Franke,
Can,
The Techniques,
Blancmange,
Jeff Lynne,
Jerry's Kids,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gladiators,
Swans,
Pantytec,
The Sound,
Maleditus Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Slackers,
H. Thieme,
Trumans Water,
Marshall Jefferson,
Suicide,
Deakin,
the Human League,
Ken Boothe,
B.T. Express,
T.S.O.L.,
Joey Negro,
The Vogues,
The Durutti Column,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.