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 Cuba and from Manila.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 John Lydon to the electroclash 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Donny Hathaway,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scion,
Black Bananas,
ABC,
Fort Wilson Riot,
These Immortal Souls,
Hashim,
Depeche Mode,
Camouflage,
Joy Division,
Marvin Gaye,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DJ Sneak,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Metal Thangz,
Quantec,
Alison Limerick,
Archie Shepp,
Arab on Radar,
The Mummies,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Litter,
Al Stewart,
Ronan,
Neil Young,
Big Daddy Kane,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scientists,
Roxette,
The Neon Judgement,
Bush Tetras,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sparks,
Rapeman,
Sun Ra,
T.S.O.L.,
Echospace,
Mandrill,
Subhumans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fugazi,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gun Club,
Boz Scaggs,
Scratch Acid,
Duran Duran,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jerry's Kids,
Robert Wyatt,
Guru Guru,
Peter and Kerry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nils Olav,
The Associates,
The Trojans,
The Residents,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.