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 Madagascar and from Shanghai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Shoche to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Robert Görl,
Fela Kuti,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gun Club,
Yaz,
Magma,
Television,
Das Ding,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
One Last Wish,
Mission of Burma,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Sherman,
Tears for Fears,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rotary Connection,
Steve Hackett,
Sarah Menescal,
Dark Day,
Von Mondo,
Pere Ubu,
Quantec,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mandrill,
These Immortal Souls,
Ituana,
The Walker Brothers,
Monks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Shoche,
Sixth Finger,
Pierre Henry,
Minutemen,
Agitation Free,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Coltrane,
Radiohead,
Blake Baxter,
New York Dolls,
Sun Ra,
Byron Stingily,
Warsaw,
Altered Images,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jacques Brel,
Technova,
DJ Style,
The New Christs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Arab on Radar,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cowsills,
U.S. Maple,
Derrick May,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lakeside,
Average White Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eden Ahbez,
Urselle,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.