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 Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Standells to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Fear,
ABC,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bronski Beat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
June of 44,
Hot Snakes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Graham Central Station,
Avey Tare,
Quantec,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Derrick Morgan,
the Sonics,
Harmonia,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Model 500,
David McCallum,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deadbeat,
Section 25,
Interpol,
John Foxx,
Mantronix,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Charles Mingus,
Judy Mowatt,
Lalo Schifrin,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang Starr,
The Wake,
Glenn Branca,
Wasted Youth,
FM Einheit,
The Grass Roots,
The Blues Magoos,
Don Cherry,
The Martian,
Hashim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Masters at Work,
Outsiders,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Henry Cow,
Connie Case,
David Axelrod,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Basic Channel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Talk Talk,
Neu!,
Maurizio,
Marvin Gaye,
Marmalade,
Rosa Yemen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.