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 Lebanon and from Tokyo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eric Copeland to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Slits,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Real Kids,
Black Sheep,
Althea and Donna,
Nils Olav,
Moby Grape,
Excepter,
Arab on Radar,
Shoche,
Eddi Front,
The Moleskins,
Motorama,
Soulsonic Force,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bang On A Can,
Joy Division,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tres Demented,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
David McCallum,
Minutemen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang Starr,
Jandek,
Barbara Tucker,
The Associates,
Q65,
Country Teasers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Smog,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultimate Spinach,
Malaria!,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Moody Blues,
Radiohead,
Marmalade,
Goldenarms,
Ludus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Inner City,
Yazoo,
Nick Fraelich,
Cymande,
The Misunderstood,
The Gun Club,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultra Naté,
Sight & Sound,
Aswad,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rosa Yemen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Anakelly,
Swell Maps,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.