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 Dominican Republic and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Gerry Rafferty to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Mad Mike,
10cc,
Soul II Soul,
Pantaleimon,
Rakim,
DNA,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pussy Galore,
Terry Callier,
The Gun Club,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Quadrant,
Neil Young,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Sonics,
Young Marble Giants,
Neu!,
Todd Rundgren,
Crispy Ambulance,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Negative Approach,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Sheep,
New York Dolls,
Sonic Youth,
Ice-T,
Rufus Thomas,
Donald Byrd,
The Slits,
UT,
David Axelrod,
Panda Bear,
The Durutti Column,
Tommy Roe,
The Pop Group,
Mark Hollis,
Monolake,
Desert Stars,
Dual Sessions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eurythmics,
Erasure,
Matthew Bourne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dawn Penn,
Con Funk Shun,
One Last Wish,
Nico,
Brick,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Model 500,
John Holt,
Grauzone,
Index,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Man Eating Sloth,
New Order,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.