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 Tonga and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scrapy to the disco 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
The Angels of Light,
Oblivians,
Peter and Kerry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Laurel Aitken,
The Busters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dead Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
The Moody Blues,
Dawn Penn,
Gerry Rafferty,
Yaz,
Smog,
Simply Red,
Fear,
Moss Icon,
Chris Corsano,
Pere Ubu,
Motorama,
Faust,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marvin Gaye,
The Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bauhaus,
Deepchord,
KRS-One,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Blossom Toes,
Ossler,
the Association,
Rotary Connection,
Hashim,
Interpol,
Mary Jane Girls,
Darondo,
Subhumans,
Curtis Mayfield,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Soft Cell,
Grauzone,
EPMD,
Easy Going,
Pierre Henry,
Gang of Four,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Davy DMX,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Happenings,
X-102,
The Residents,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rites of Spring,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Alarm Clocks,
Accadde A,
The New Christs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.