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 Uzbekistan and from Toronto.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Joey Negro to the grime 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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Dawn Penn,
Gil Scott Heron,
This Heat,
Bad Manners,
Johnny Osbourne,
Shuggie Otis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gichy Dan,
Clear Light,
Kaleidoscope,
the Normal,
Junior Murvin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scan 7,
Mandrill,
Rod Modell,
AZ,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultravox,
Isaac Hayes,
Sight & Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Simply Red,
Howard Jones,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cowsills,
EPMD,
The Sound,
MC5,
John Foxx,
Danielle Patucci,
Laurel Aitken,
U.S. Maple,
The Index,
ABC,
Mars,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pantaleimon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Anakelly,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ituana,
Funky Four + One,
48th St. Collective,
Warren Ellis,
The Smoke,
Absolute Body Control,
the Bar-Kays,
Minor Threat,
Mary Jane Girls,
Au Pairs,
Thompson Twins,
Organ,
Bluetip,
Ten City,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.