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 Zambia and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro 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 ABC to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Flag. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
The Durutti Column,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Moby Grape,
Quando Quango,
The Victims,
Section 25,
Make Up,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sound Behaviour,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
New Order,
Skarface,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Germs,
Letta Mbulu,
Maurizio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brand Nubian,
Black Moon,
Sixth Finger,
Trumans Water,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Khruangbin,
Main Source,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cal Tjader,
Maleditus Sound,
John Lydon,
Camberwell Now,
Spoonie Gee,
Bad Manners,
Scott Walker,
Blossom Toes,
Crime,
The Seeds,
Johnny Clarke,
London Community Gospel Choir,
In Retrospect,
Brass Construction,
Pagans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Simply Red,
Aloha Tigers,
Anthony Braxton,
DJ Style,
The Techniques,
Dark Day,
The Saints,
The Toasters,
Eden Ahbez,
The Angels of Light,
Scratch Acid,
Rod Modell,
Ronan,
Wolf Eyes,
John Coltrane,
Harry Pussy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.