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 Zimbabwe and from Lille.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Metal Thangz to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
The Fugs,
The Young Rascals,
New York Dolls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Panda Bear,
Sarah Menescal,
Byron Stingily,
Von Mondo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hot Snakes,
Cluster,
Average White Band,
the Sonics,
Sex Pistols,
E-Dancer,
Harmonia,
Echospace,
Roger Hodgson,
Roxette,
Roy Ayers,
Wasted Youth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aswad,
Amazonics,
Groovy Waters,
Ultra Naté,
Intrusion,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Bar-Kays,
The Residents,
Al Stewart,
F. McDonald,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cybotron,
Gichy Dan,
Depeche Mode,
Godley & Creme,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Moleskins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Peter & Gordon,
Swans,
Ornette Coleman,
Anakelly,
Brick,
Camouflage,
The Angels of Light,
Faraquet,
Sugar Minott,
Oneida,
Bobby Sherman,
Minny Pops,
Siglo XX,
Erykah Badu,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Searchers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Laurel Aitken,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.