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 Slovenia and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Standells to the grunge 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
La Düsseldorf,
Rod Modell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soft Cell,
Chrome,
Intrusion,
X-101,
Bill Near,
Infiniti,
Silicon Teens,
Zapp,
Desert Stars,
Alice Coltrane,
Nils Olav,
The Modern Lovers,
The Slackers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Human League,
Erykah Badu,
Lalann,
The Birthday Party,
Rakim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Todd Terry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Urselle,
Con Funk Shun,
MDC,
The Stooges,
Scion,
The Kinks,
Newcleus,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Wake,
The Gun Club,
Terry Callier,
Minnie Riperton,
The Velvet Underground,
Anakelly,
Blancmange,
Dawn Penn,
Simply Red,
Guru Guru,
Jeff Mills,
Sonic Youth,
Procol Harum,
The Dead C,
Gang of Four,
Swell Maps,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Count Five,
The Star Department,
Suicide,
Gang Green,
Rhythm & Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Archie Shepp,
Sandy B,
Ultravox,
Susan Cadogan,
The Doors,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.