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 Lesotho and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare 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 The Residents to the punk 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Monolake,
The Busters,
Livin' Joy,
Steve Hackett,
Section 25,
Gang Starr,
The Smiths,
Junior Murvin,
Leonard Cohen,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Bananas,
The United States of America,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
These Immortal Souls,
Sällskapet,
The New Christs,
The J.B.'s,
Boredoms,
OOIOO,
Stockholm Monsters,
kango's stein massive,
The Victims,
The Tremeloes,
Bauhaus,
the Swans,
Clear Light,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eli Mardock,
Gastr Del Sol,
Morten Harket,
Black Flag,
One Last Wish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grey Daturas,
The Golliwogs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Magazine,
Drexciya,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alphaville,
Barrington Levy,
Tim Buckley,
Byron Stingily,
Bill Wells,
Cymande,
Josef K,
The Knickerbockers,
Y Pants,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Evens,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Offenders,
The Searchers,
Avey Tare,
Oneida,
Pere Ubu,
Masters at Work,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.