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 Czech Republic and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord 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 Steve Hackett to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Inner City,
Don Cherry,
The Gun Club,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barrington Levy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Bananas,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Invisible,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jeff Lynne,
The Standells,
Con Funk Shun,
The Selecter,
E-Dancer,
Unrelated Segments,
Lightning Bolt,
The Dave Clark Five,
Magma,
Amon Düül,
Section 25,
ABC,
Barclay James Harvest,
Spoonie Gee,
Popol Vuh,
Gichy Dan,
Main Source,
Althea and Donna,
Excepter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Connie Case,
Minutemen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Zeros,
Scratch Acid,
Organ,
World's Most,
Morten Harket,
Public Image Ltd.,
Matthew Bourne,
Freddie Wadling,
Ultravox,
Ralphi Rosario,
Godley & Creme,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mandrill,
Animal Collective,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Theoretical Girls,
Wasted Youth,
Slick Rick,
the Bar-Kays,
Dual Sessions,
Joe Smooth,
Whodini,
Blossom Toes,
The Pop Group,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.