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 Chad and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The J.B.'s to the rap 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
The Pop Group,
Todd Terry,
Mad Mike,
Main Source,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Sherman,
The Toasters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brass Construction,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jeff Lynne,
The Divine Comedy,
The Associates,
Dead Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Names,
Swans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Terry Callier,
Desert Stars,
Amon Düül II,
Tommy Roe,
Agent Orange,
Flash Fearless,
Spandau Ballet,
Bronski Beat,
The Red Krayola,
Wings,
Newcleus,
Lyres,
the Slits,
Electric Prunes,
Television,
Rod Modell,
Soft Cell,
Ornette Coleman,
Pharoah Sanders,
T. Rex,
Sam Rivers,
The Index,
Robert Hood,
Warsaw,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rufus Thomas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Man Parrish,
The Angels of Light,
Donny Hathaway,
Barclay James Harvest,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Model 500,
Marc Almond,
Fatback Band,
Lalann,
Niagra,
David McCallum,
The Gladiators,
Nirvana,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.