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 Lebanon and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 Kerri Chandler to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Dead C,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Althea and Donna,
Fatback Band,
One Last Wish,
Smog,
Terry Callier,
Quando Quango,
Ultra Naté,
Dark Day,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cowsills,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lebanon Hanover,
A Certain Ratio,
World's Most,
Subhumans,
Moby Grape,
Minnie Riperton,
Flash Fearless,
Letta Mbulu,
Nik Kershaw,
Shuggie Otis,
Radio Birdman,
Spoonie Gee,
Dual Sessions,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Angels of Light,
Gang Green,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Count Five,
Idris Muhammad,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Christie,
In Retrospect,
Ornette Coleman,
Nils Olav,
Mark Hollis,
The Mummies,
Khruangbin,
Rotary Connection,
Fluxion,
Kenny Larkin,
The Leaves,
Black Bananas,
Jacob Miller,
Arab on Radar,
Al Stewart,
K-Klass,
JFA,
The Gun Club,
Minutemen,
The Golliwogs,
Bronski Beat,
Hot Snakes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.