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 Tajikistan 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Nick Fraelich to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gun Club,
Angry Samoans,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang Green,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sight & Sound,
the Soft Cell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Delon & Dalcan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rapeman,
Suburban Knight,
Cybotron,
Steve Hackett,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Skatalites,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lyres,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Man Parrish,
Barrington Levy,
Cymande,
Scientists,
Magma,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Von Mondo,
The Cure,
The Seeds,
Wally Richardson,
Jerry's Kids,
Boz Scaggs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fuzztones,
Loose Ends,
Eve St. Jones,
Scott Walker,
Sam Rivers,
Ultravox,
Hashim,
Fear,
Moby Grape,
Robert Görl,
Peter & Gordon,
Procol Harum,
Blancmange,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kurtis Blow,
Soulsonic Force,
T. Rex,
The Blackbyrds,
Donny Hathaway,
Jacob Miller,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sugar Minott,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wire,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.