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 Turkey and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Harpers Bizarre to the punk 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Motorama,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pulsallama,
Idris Muhammad,
Stereo Dub,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Knickerbockers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Shoche,
Glenn Branca,
Parry Music,
8 Eyed Spy,
Spandau Ballet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Sherman,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Christie,
Y Pants,
Chris & Cosey,
Skaos,
The Monks,
Sam Rivers,
Scion,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The United States of America,
Pet Shop Boys,
Silicon Teens,
Oblivians,
Minutemen,
The Index,
Tears for Fears,
DJ Sneak,
T.S.O.L.,
The Names,
Franke,
Trumans Water,
Soul Sonic Force,
David McCallum,
In Retrospect,
The Young Rascals,
Harpers Bizarre,
Traffic Nightmare,
Desert Stars,
Clear Light,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Lydon,
Procol Harum,
Josef K,
Rapeman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gap Band,
Aural Exciters,
Newcleus,
a-ha,
Aswad,
The Seeds,
The Five Americans,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.