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 Burkina and from London.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Malaria! to the rock 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Technova,
Mr. Review,
The Monochrome Set,
The Searchers,
Lalann,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nick Fraelich,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Blackbyrds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Janne Schatter,
Wolf Eyes,
Mo-Dettes,
Lyres,
The Beau Brummels,
10cc,
Stockholm Monsters,
Peter and Kerry,
The Selecter,
Circle Jerks,
U.S. Maple,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Guru Guru,
Nico,
Anthony Braxton,
Wasted Youth,
Angry Samoans,
Kerri Chandler,
Camouflage,
Cybotron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sun Ra,
Little Man,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grauzone,
Mad Mike,
X-102,
The Detroit Cobras,
Minny Pops,
The Human League,
Symarip,
Black Flag,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gap Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Young Rascals,
The Tremeloes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aswad,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Pop Group,
Tim Buckley,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Todd Rundgren,
Q65,
A Certain Ratio,
X-Ray Spex,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.