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 Liechtenstein and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
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 güiro 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 Moby Grape to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
The Mummies,
Carl Craig,
In Retrospect,
Todd Terry,
The Smoke,
Groovy Waters,
Minnie Riperton,
Marine Girls,
Sugar Minott,
Jeff Lynne,
The Red Krayola,
Godley & Creme,
Man Parrish,
Clear Light,
Guru Guru,
Flash Fearless,
Lalann,
Mission of Burma,
Oblivians,
LL Cool J,
Con Funk Shun,
Duran Duran,
Black Flag,
Ultravox,
Fugazi,
Country Teasers,
Roxy Music,
Gil Scott Heron,
David Bowie,
Newcleus,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Byrd,
U.S. Maple,
Bill Near,
Joe Finger,
Outsiders,
Wolf Eyes,
The Skatalites,
The Vogues,
Tres Demented,
Scratch Acid,
the Sonics,
Susan Cadogan,
Theoretical Girls,
Junior Murvin,
Harry Pussy,
The United States of America,
John Holt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sam Rivers,
The Martian,
Slave,
Youth Brigade,
The Associates,
The Real Kids,
Cymande,
Black Pus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kerri Chandler,
Malaria!,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.