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 Montenegro and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sällskapet to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Reagan Youth,
Wolf Eyes,
OOIOO,
Gang Green,
Fatback Band,
The Seeds,
Motorama,
Rakim,
The Slits,
Colin Newman,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Swans,
Ronan,
Amazonics,
Skarface,
These Immortal Souls,
Lalann,
The Smoke,
Graham Central Station,
Crispian St. Peters,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fugs,
The Moleskins,
Lower 48,
Funky Four + One,
Minutemen,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Judy Mowatt,
Sex Pistols,
Alton Ellis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Moody Blues,
Fugazi,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jerry's Kids,
Television,
Grauzone,
Duran Duran,
Mad Mike,
The Cowsills,
The Names,
Ponytail,
World's Most,
the Fania All-Stars,
Khruangbin,
Tubeway Army,
the Soft Cell,
Siglo XX,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Albert Ayler,
The Walker Brothers,
Joensuu 1685,
Junior Murvin,
Dennis Brown,
Oneida,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.