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 Tunisia and from Delhi.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Donald Fagen 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 Brick to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Gichy Dan,
Funkadelic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pussy Galore,
Accadde A,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Matthew Bourne,
Joe Smooth,
Deepchord,
Rod Modell,
Parry Music,
Quantec,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scrapy,
cv313,
Newcleus,
Quadrant,
Joey Negro,
Marmalade,
The Pop Group,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gladiators,
Scott Walker,
The Barracudas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Public Enemy,
Flash Fearless,
Von Mondo,
The Martian,
Bob Dylan,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Selecter,
David McCallum,
David Axelrod,
Talk Talk,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Moody Blues,
Rekid,
Sam Rivers,
Heaven 17,
Amon Düül II,
Harry Pussy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Golliwogs,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Last Poets,
Sarah Menescal,
Eurythmics,
Donny Hathaway,
D'Angelo,
Dark Day,
Black Flag,
Soft Cell,
Kayak,
Clear Light,
The Dave Clark Five,
Q65,
Pantaleimon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.