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 Argentina and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet 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 Nik Kershaw to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Techniques,
Reuben Wilson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Johnny Clarke,
Girls At Our Best!,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Buckinghams,
Roger Hodgson,
Bronski Beat,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hasil Adkins,
Jandek,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Slits,
Moby Grape,
The Stooges,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Patti Smith,
The Move,
Nils Olav,
Electric Prunes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eden Ahbez,
These Immortal Souls,
The Vogues,
Gregory Isaacs,
Skaos,
Terrestrial Tones,
MC5,
Sarah Menescal,
Mr. Review,
Glambeats Corp.,
Masters at Work,
Cybotron,
Lakeside,
Skarface,
Altered Images,
Mission of Burma,
The Shadows of Knight,
Country Teasers,
The Young Rascals,
Sex Pistols,
Hashim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crash Course in Science,
48th St. Collective,
Japan,
Chris Corsano,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Amon Düül,
Lyres,
Tommy Roe,
Avey Tare,
Franke,
Fat Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cameo,
Arab on Radar,
Shuggie Otis,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.