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 Uzbekistan and from Taipei.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum 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 Kas Product to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Mighty Diamonds,
This Heat,
Mantronix,
ABC,
Blake Baxter,
Stockholm Monsters,
kango's stein massive,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
David Axelrod,
Bad Manners,
Bootsy Collins,
The Beau Brummels,
cv313,
Cameo,
Harry Pussy,
Hardrive,
Lou Reed,
The Slackers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rotary Connection,
Supertramp,
Siglo XX,
Lou Christie,
Sixth Finger,
Radiopuhelimet,
Godley & Creme,
K-Klass,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gabor Szabo,
Althea and Donna,
The Mojo Men,
Moby Grape,
F. McDonald,
Scientists,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pagans,
Sun Ra,
Minny Pops,
Circle Jerks,
the Swans,
Fat Boys,
Barbara Tucker,
Section 25,
MC5,
Pantytec,
LL Cool J,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Liliput,
Das Ding,
Accadde A,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Shoche,
Skaos,
The Moody Blues,
H. Thieme,
The Dave Clark Five,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.