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 Mozambique and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 R.M.O. to the disco 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Clear Light,
Derrick Morgan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roxy Music,
The Durutti Column,
Sight & Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Steve Hackett,
The Move,
Joe Smooth,
Avey Tare,
Michelle Simonal,
Derrick May,
Q and Not U,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Sherman,
Wolf Eyes,
Amon Düül,
Camouflage,
Deakin,
Barrington Levy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gong,
Sugar Minott,
David Axelrod,
Amazonics,
Angry Samoans,
Kurtis Blow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ken Boothe,
10cc,
The Stooges,
PIL,
Lindisfarne,
Harpers Bizarre,
David Bowie,
Girls At Our Best!,
Carl Craig,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Technova,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Flipper,
Ten City,
Scratch Acid,
Alton Ellis,
Con Funk Shun,
Cecil Taylor,
Zapp,
Aural Exciters,
The Misunderstood,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Blackbyrds,
the Swans,
The Young Rascals,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.