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 Burundi and from Lagos.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare 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 Johnny Clarke to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gichy Dan,
The Martian,
Brick,
Aswad,
The Five Americans,
Vladislav Delay,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Livin' Joy,
Josef K,
The Golliwogs,
Ronnie Foster,
Fugazi,
Heaven 17,
The Walker Brothers,
Scratch Acid,
The Smoke,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kerri Chandler,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Isaac Hayes,
Scan 7,
Nick Fraelich,
Model 500,
Neu!,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Sherman,
Jeff Lynne,
Rufus Thomas,
Interpol,
The Motions,
Make Up,
Erykah Badu,
Hashim,
Monks,
FM Einheit,
Funkadelic,
Erasure,
Bill Near,
Jacques Brel,
Minny Pops,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alison Limerick,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Saints,
Radiohead,
Joyce Sims,
ABC,
Visage,
Whodini,
X-101,
Glambeats Corp.,
Andrew Hill,
Big Daddy Kane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ronan,
The Seeds,
Kurtis Blow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Reuben Wilson,
Donald Byrd,
Lalann,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.