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 Korea South and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
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 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 Minnie Riperton to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kenny Larkin,
Todd Terry,
Robert Hood,
Deadbeat,
Smog,
Arthur Verocai,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Visage,
Inner City,
The Sisters of Mercy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Archie Shepp,
The Misunderstood,
Derrick May,
Gichy Dan,
DJ Sneak,
Saccharine Trust,
Colin Newman,
Aaron Thompson,
AZ,
June of 44,
Graham Central Station,
Alphaville,
Barbara Tucker,
Rapeman,
Mission of Burma,
Can,
Steve Hackett,
The Residents,
Young Marble Giants,
Delon & Dalcan,
Au Pairs,
John Cale,
The Angels of Light,
Eden Ahbez,
the Fania All-Stars,
DJ Style,
The Fugs,
Unwound,
Eddi Front,
The Red Krayola,
The Slits,
Nation of Ulysses,
Porter Ricks,
Quadrant,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Womack,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wolf Eyes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ultra Naté,
The Motions,
Ossler,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Connie Case,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pagans,
MDC,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.