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 Mauritania and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bootsy Collins to the techno 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
The Searchers,
Desert Stars,
MDC,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Agitation Free,
Sarah Menescal,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Half Japanese,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Quadrant,
Jeff Lynne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fluxion,
Brass Construction,
The Walker Brothers,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Stooges,
Donald Byrd,
Parry Music,
Metal Thangz,
The Saints,
One Last Wish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wire,
Slick Rick,
Idris Muhammad,
Eli Mardock,
Grey Daturas,
Technova,
Wasted Youth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Radiohead,
Icehouse,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tubeway Army,
The Alarm Clocks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Womack,
Man Parrish,
Barbara Tucker,
The Kinks,
Swans,
The Fuzztones,
Marmalade,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Au Pairs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Soft Cell,
Spoonie Gee,
Peter & Gordon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alison Limerick,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.