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 Andorra and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 The J.B.'s to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Last Poets,
Warsaw,
The Pretty Things,
Alphaville,
Gang Gang Dance,
X-102,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mary Jane Girls,
Schoolly D,
Donny Hathaway,
Roxette,
Negative Approach,
New Age Steppers,
Eden Ahbez,
T. Rex,
Monolake,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soul II Soul,
Bill Wells,
Yazoo,
Grauzone,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Black Dice,
The Electric Prunes,
Joe Smooth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Albert Ayler,
Sun Ra,
Ultravox,
This Heat,
The Raincoats,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ronnie Foster,
Severed Heads,
D'Angelo,
Spandau Ballet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
David McCallum,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Coltrane,
MC5,
The Martian,
The Five Americans,
The Fire Engines,
Arab on Radar,
U.S. Maple,
Amon Düül,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Residents,
Moby Grape,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deakin,
Pole,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
8 Eyed Spy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lalann,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.