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 Gambia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Brothers Johnson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Flash Fearless,
Deadbeat,
Dead Boys,
The Doors,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Skaos,
Aural Exciters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Moody Blues,
Public Enemy,
Lindisfarne,
Fugazi,
Fad Gadget,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Swans,
Sister Nancy,
Girls At Our Best!,
LL Cool J,
The Residents,
Guru Guru,
Godley & Creme,
Thee Headcoats,
Surgeon,
Kayak,
Pulsallama,
Mission of Burma,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Stooges,
Ituana,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Sherman,
The Sound,
Marine Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
Desert Stars,
Stockholm Monsters,
Panda Bear,
Pharoah Sanders,
Iggy Pop,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ronan,
The Evens,
Severed Heads,
Sällskapet,
L. Decosne,
Blake Baxter,
The Moleskins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rufus Thomas,
Q and Not U,
Arab on Radar,
Lalann,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dark Day,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.