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 Italy and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The United States of America to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
The Angels of Light,
the Bar-Kays,
Cluster,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bill Near,
Rekid,
Sugar Minott,
Subhumans,
Steve Hackett,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pierre Henry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
ABBA,
Television Personalities,
Pole,
Ken Boothe,
The Flesh Eaters,
MDC,
Zero Boys,
Eurythmics,
Soul II Soul,
Tears for Fears,
Sam Rivers,
the Normal,
Charles Mingus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Make Up,
The Cramps,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ohio Players,
New Age Steppers,
Warren Ellis,
H. Thieme,
Livin' Joy,
Dawn Penn,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Donald Byrd,
Nick Fraelich,
OOIOO,
Monolake,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gories,
Letta Mbulu,
Jacques Brel,
KRS-One,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
New York Dolls,
the Human League,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Drexciya,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fire Engines,
Ultra Naté,
Suburban Knight,
Lee Hazlewood,
Arcadia,
The Invisible,
Funkadelic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.