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 Latvia and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Robert Palmer 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 Brass Construction to the rock 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Grass Roots,
Blake Baxter,
Minny Pops,
Rakim,
Pulsallama,
Peter and Kerry,
The Real Kids,
Ossler,
Johnny Clarke,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sound Behaviour,
FM Einheit,
Kerrie Biddell,
Infiniti,
The Busters,
The Remains,
New York Dolls,
X-102,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mandrill,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Adolescents,
The Moleskins,
Stereo Dub,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ralphi Rosario,
Colin Newman,
Whodini,
Chris & Cosey,
Yazoo,
Spandau Ballet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Little Man,
Inner City,
Unwound,
Sex Pistols,
Slick Rick,
Nation of Ulysses,
Second Layer,
Lucky Dragons,
Robert Hood,
Television Personalities,
Barry Ungar,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Last Poets,
Scott Walker,
Cameo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alton Ellis,
Circle Jerks,
AZ,
The Dave Clark Five,
Electric Prunes,
Crooked Eye,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Arab on Radar,
Saccharine Trust,
Liliput,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.