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 Luxembourg and from New York.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Swans to the rock 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Wally Richardson,
Lightning Bolt,
Jeff Lynne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Iggy Pop,
Anthony Braxton,
EPMD,
Kerrie Biddell,
Prince Buster,
Idris Muhammad,
Talk Talk,
Avey Tare,
Clear Light,
Eric Copeland,
The Misunderstood,
Brand Nubian,
Gang of Four,
Mission of Burma,
Underground Resistance,
Main Source,
Pole,
Lou Reed,
Masters at Work,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jeru the Damaja,
Al Stewart,
Stereo Dub,
Barrington Levy,
Donald Byrd,
Franke,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Max Romeo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
K-Klass,
Panda Bear,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hashim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Royal Trux,
A Certain Ratio,
the Sonics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Livin' Joy,
Alphaville,
Camouflage,
Nik Kershaw,
Swell Maps,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
10cc,
Liliput,
The Leaves,
Rufus Thomas,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mo-Dettes,
Deakin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Music Machine,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Moon,
The Index,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.