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 Ecuador and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar 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 Shuggie Otis 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Public Enemy,
Slick Rick,
Swans,
Iggy Pop,
The Five Americans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Josef K,
Amazonics,
Rhythm & Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
The Victims,
Funkadelic,
Boogie Down Productions,
Organ,
Dead Boys,
Steve Hackett,
kango's stein massive,
Don Cherry,
The Happenings,
Minor Threat,
Lightning Bolt,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Charles Mingus,
Scion,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fortunes,
Eurythmics,
The Pretty Things,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Blossom Toes,
MC5,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sound Behaviour,
The Motions,
Can,
X-102,
Warren Ellis,
Icehouse,
Marcia Griffiths,
Public Image Ltd.,
New Order,
The Leaves,
Brick,
Ponytail,
The Trojans,
Underground Resistance,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cluster,
Radiohead,
This Heat,
Qualms,
The Saints,
Lower 48,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ohio Players,
Ultra Naté,
Smog,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultravox,
Roger Hodgson,
Supertramp,
the Bar-Kays,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.