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 Laos and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jimmy McGriff to the dance 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Eden Ahbez,
Erykah Badu,
Quadrant,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wasted Youth,
The Blackbyrds,
Pet Shop Boys,
Chris Corsano,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rapeman,
B.T. Express,
Althea and Donna,
The Last Poets,
Yusef Lateef,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tropical Tobacco,
Moss Icon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Schoolly D,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Cale,
Qualms,
Shuggie Otis,
Sarah Menescal,
Kaleidoscope,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crime,
Magma,
Angry Samoans,
Brand Nubian,
Camouflage,
The Music Machine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Pretty Things,
Slave,
Section 25,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lower 48,
Fear,
Steve Hackett,
T.S.O.L.,
Main Source,
John Holt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Inner City,
Buzzcocks,
UT,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deadbeat,
Boz Scaggs,
MDC,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sight & Sound,
Mantronix,
AZ,
Stetsasonic,
Porter Ricks,
Wolf Eyes,
the Germs,
The Slits,
Todd Rundgren,
Susan Cadogan,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.