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 Sri Lanka and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Ultimate Spinach to the punk 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Whodini,
Quando Quango,
The Star Department,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
a-ha,
48th St. Collective,
Unwound,
Jeff Mills,
Boredoms,
Cal Tjader,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Buzzcocks,
Cameo,
Letta Mbulu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Modern Lovers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roger Hodgson,
The Motions,
Harry Pussy,
Agitation Free,
The Pop Group,
Ponytail,
Warren Ellis,
The Slits,
Frankie Knuckles,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Moon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Easy Going,
Grey Daturas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Birthday Party,
cv313,
The Index,
The Slackers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Mojo Men,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Swans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brand Nubian,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eden Ahbez,
Funkadelic,
the Sonics,
John Coltrane,
Sugar Minott,
Drexciya,
Gang of Four,
The Seeds,
Guru Guru,
Symarip,
T. Rex,
Von Mondo,
Mo-Dettes,
Pussy Galore,
Stiv Bators,
The Grass Roots,
Be Bop Deluxe,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.