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 Afghanistan and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator 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 Ralphi Rosario to the disco 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Bootsy Collins,
Bluetip,
Agent Orange,
Tres Demented,
Mission of Burma,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fugs,
Kenny Larkin,
the Slits,
Jawbox,
New Age Steppers,
a-ha,
Sound Behaviour,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Toasters,
Popol Vuh,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hoover,
Lou Christie,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deadbeat,
Kevin Saunderson,
Motorama,
Qualms,
Urselle,
The Leaves,
Laurel Aitken,
Steve Hackett,
Jacques Brel,
Sixth Finger,
Patti Smith,
Sister Nancy,
Scott Walker,
Dawn Penn,
Gastr Del Sol,
Amon Düül,
The Dead C,
The Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Terry Callier,
L. Decosne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Donald Byrd,
The Wake,
Aaron Thompson,
John Lydon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Index,
Wire,
Negative Approach,
Boz Scaggs,
Bad Manners,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scrapy,
Idris Muhammad,
June of 44,
Public Image Ltd.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Harmonia,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.