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 Georgia and from Bremen.
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 Portland and Manila.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Al Stewart to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Letta Mbulu,
the Sonics,
Stetsasonic,
Organ,
Prince Buster,
Nico,
Piero Umiliani,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fugs,
Jacques Brel,
The Residents,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The United States of America,
The Pretty Things,
Wasted Youth,
The Selecter,
Surgeon,
Jacob Miller,
Barry Ungar,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barrington Levy,
Kenny Larkin,
John Foxx,
The Count Five,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stereo Dub,
The Barracudas,
Joe Finger,
Archie Shepp,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roxette,
Qualms,
Ludus,
The Walker Brothers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Steve Hackett,
Hashim,
X-102,
Roxy Music,
Alison Limerick,
Siglo XX,
Mo-Dettes,
Easy Going,
E-Dancer,
The Offenders,
Reagan Youth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Au Pairs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Isaac Hayes,
Severed Heads,
Rakim,
The Gladiators,
AZ,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.