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 Palau and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar 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 New York Dolls to the rock 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pet Shop Boys,
Boredoms,
Robert Hood,
Chrome,
The Blackbyrds,
Massinfluence,
Ralphi Rosario,
Robert Wyatt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mr. Review,
Crispian St. Peters,
Skaos,
Outsiders,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Modern Lovers,
The Move,
Fluxion,
Silicon Teens,
Liliput,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Evens,
Blossom Toes,
Prince Buster,
Technova,
the Germs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nils Olav,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Little Man,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Section 25,
The Vogues,
The Invisible,
The Skatalites,
Eric B and Rakim,
Clear Light,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yusef Lateef,
Crime,
Ash Ra Tempel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Trojans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Neil Young,
Fugazi,
Althea and Donna,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lucky Dragons,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fugs,
Jacques Brel,
Oneida,
Henry Cow,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.