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 Qatar and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gerry Rafferty to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Public Image Ltd.,
China Crisis,
Radio Birdman,
Skriet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Subhumans,
Yaz,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Doobie Brothers,
Reagan Youth,
The Saints,
Matthew Halsall,
T. Rex,
The Slackers,
Tim Buckley,
Sly & The Family Stone,
L. Decosne,
Accadde A,
Ice-T,
Moss Icon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wally Richardson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rotary Connection,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sällskapet,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Young Rascals,
Das Ding,
Pharoah Sanders,
Donald Byrd,
K-Klass,
Janne Schatter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Judy Mowatt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ronnie Foster,
World's Most,
Robert Hood,
Hoover,
Drive Like Jehu,
Vainqueur,
Maleditus Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pagans,
Sparks,
The Tremeloes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Don Cherry,
Barclay James Harvest,
Echospace,
Erasure,
Moebius,
Easy Going,
Half Japanese,
The Busters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minor Threat,
Matthew Bourne,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.