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 Bhutan and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Radiohead to the jazz 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sixth Finger,
Albert Ayler,
The Smoke,
Scan 7,
Toni Rubio,
Zero Boys,
Sandy B,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Skatalites,
Gang Green,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alice Coltrane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
New York Dolls,
Man Parrish,
The Golliwogs,
Pussy Galore,
The Sonics,
The Fugs,
Masters at Work,
Al Stewart,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bill Wells,
the Fania All-Stars,
Excepter,
One Last Wish,
Swans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Birthday Party,
Average White Band,
Malaria!,
Isaac Hayes,
Siglo XX,
Rekid,
Fat Boys,
Black Flag,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Velvet Underground,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tom Boy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fear,
Jeff Lynne,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Bananas,
Judy Mowatt,
Popol Vuh,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sam Rivers,
Crime,
Flipper,
Dawn Penn,
Faust,
Rosa Yemen,
David Axelrod,
Talk Talk,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aaron Thompson,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.