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 Vietnam and from Calgary.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar 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 Drive Like Jehu to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kas Product,
Derrick May,
Spandau Ballet,
The Human League,
Sparks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fatback Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roxy Music,
Los Fastidios,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lalann,
Vladislav Delay,
Thompson Twins,
Spoonie Gee,
Guru Guru,
Joey Negro,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pagans,
Minutemen,
Wolf Eyes,
Shuggie Otis,
Terry Callier,
Yellowson,
The Cowsills,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Heaven 17,
Sound Behaviour,
Bill Wells,
Barrington Levy,
Metal Thangz,
The Doors,
The Leaves,
Delon & Dalcan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brick,
Bill Near,
The Dead C,
Sight & Sound,
The Zeros,
Faust,
Bang On A Can,
Harry Pussy,
The Count Five,
Bob Dylan,
Danielle Patucci,
Ossler,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Johnny Osbourne,
ABC,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gichy Dan,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Sherman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
T.S.O.L.,
Duran Duran,
Barbara Tucker,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.