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 Lithuania and from Portland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
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 clarinet 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 R.M.O. to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Associates,
Fatback Band,
Pagans,
Sister Nancy,
Animal Collective,
Bob Dylan,
Susan Cadogan,
Warsaw,
Delon & Dalcan,
Con Funk Shun,
Das Ding,
Yazoo,
Desert Stars,
Whodini,
Interpol,
Soft Machine,
Y Pants,
Deadbeat,
Camouflage,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Sheep,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Blues Magoos,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aswad,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Model 500,
a-ha,
Rotary Connection,
Roger Hodgson,
The Selecter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rhythm & Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kas Product,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Public Enemy,
Charles Mingus,
Flash Fearless,
Fugazi,
Outsiders,
Excepter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Angry Samoans,
Chris & Cosey,
The Skatalites,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tomorrow,
The Durutti Column,
Neu!,
Johnny Clarke,
T.S.O.L.,
Liliput,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marine Girls,
Buzzcocks,
Sugar Minott,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Vainqueur,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.