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 Guinea and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 Organ to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Suburban Knight,
Spoonie Gee,
Jerry's Kids,
The Tremeloes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Skriet,
Sight & Sound,
John Coltrane,
The Red Krayola,
The Saints,
Ronan,
Shoche,
D'Angelo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tears for Fears,
Jeff Lynne,
Boz Scaggs,
Don Cherry,
Soul II Soul,
Ronnie Foster,
The Buckinghams,
The Birthday Party,
Funky Four + One,
Dark Day,
Grauzone,
Pantaleimon,
Fluxion,
Black Bananas,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gories,
Wally Richardson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pulsallama,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ornette Coleman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Reed,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The United States of America,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Flag,
Swans,
Soft Cell,
JFA,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rod Modell,
a-ha,
Fear,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Normal,
Crispy Ambulance,
Boredoms,
Lalo Schifrin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
AZ,
Eric Dolphy,
Robert Hood,
Warren Ellis,
The Motions,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lucky Dragons,
Hardrive,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.