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 Botswana and from New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 One Last Wish to the disco 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Martian,
10cc,
The Searchers,
Funky Four + One,
Whodini,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultra Naté,
Kenny Larkin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kerri Chandler,
Wally Richardson,
The Barracudas,
The Associates,
The Velvet Underground,
Grauzone,
Pagans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Quadrant,
Rites of Spring,
The Modern Lovers,
The Black Dice,
Inner City,
Sparks,
The Busters,
Agent Orange,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crime,
Livin' Joy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brass Construction,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kayak,
Hoover,
Soulsonic Force,
Make Up,
Talk Talk,
John Cale,
Average White Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gap Band,
Graham Central Station,
David McCallum,
The Offenders,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crooked Eye,
Shuggie Otis,
Oneida,
Zero Boys,
Derrick May,
Kool Moe Dee,
Desert Stars,
F. McDonald,
Au Pairs,
EPMD,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter & Gordon,
Vladislav Delay,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Index,
Fear,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.