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 Costa Rica and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Symarip to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Sister Nancy,
Cheater Slicks,
Monolake,
Q and Not U,
Bad Manners,
Echospace,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wings,
Ituana,
The Fuzztones,
Aswad,
Eden Ahbez,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Accadde A,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tom Boy,
The Wake,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Doors,
The Mummies,
The Cure,
The Barracudas,
The Blackbyrds,
Talk Talk,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vladislav Delay,
This Heat,
Country Teasers,
Rotary Connection,
New Age Steppers,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Count Five,
The Evens,
Laurel Aitken,
MC5,
FM Einheit,
Blancmange,
Jandek,
Iggy Pop,
Funkadelic,
Ralphi Rosario,
LL Cool J,
Deadbeat,
Robert Wyatt,
Thompson Twins,
Panda Bear,
Pantaleimon,
DJ Sneak,
The Residents,
Amon Düül,
Guru Guru,
Metal Thangz,
The Zeros,
Excepter,
Marine Girls,
Lungfish,
Hardrive,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.