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 Palau and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Black Pus to the dance 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cramps,
Tom Boy,
Dual Sessions,
Crispian St. Peters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Donny Hathaway,
the Swans,
La Düsseldorf,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Television,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sight & Sound,
The Buckinghams,
Toni Rubio,
The Red Krayola,
The Moleskins,
Quadrant,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nils Olav,
Scratch Acid,
Pere Ubu,
Michelle Simonal,
Bush Tetras,
Brass Construction,
kango's stein massive,
Hasil Adkins,
In Retrospect,
Masters at Work,
The Last Poets,
Trumans Water,
Hashim,
The Neon Judgement,
Newcleus,
Yellowson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Porter Ricks,
Theoretical Girls,
Fat Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
The Human League,
The Move,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Agent Orange,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Neil Young,
Robert Wyatt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Moby Grape,
Suburban Knight,
Connie Case,
David McCallum,
Khruangbin,
Roy Ayers,
Rapeman,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Stooges,
John Foxx,
Black Sheep,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.