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 Mongolia 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Jawbox to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Amon Düül II,
The Associates,
The Evens,
Babytalk,
Spandau Ballet,
The Move,
Peter & Gordon,
Clear Light,
The Sonics,
Cabaret Voltaire,
World's Most,
Camberwell Now,
The Fire Engines,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
X-102,
Pulsallama,
The Cowsills,
Fat Boys,
The Motions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Popol Vuh,
Funky Four + One,
Con Funk Shun,
Shuggie Otis,
Duran Duran,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Names,
Kenny Larkin,
Suburban Knight,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
June of 44,
The Human League,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Accadde A,
Cameo,
The Blackbyrds,
The Raincoats,
The Residents,
A Certain Ratio,
Young Marble Giants,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Dave Clark Five,
Avey Tare,
Black Pus,
Pantytec,
Dawn Penn,
Erykah Badu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
This Heat,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ponytail,
Nirvana,
Whodini,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Banda Bassotti,
The Doors,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nils Olav,
The Zeros,
the Swans,
The Dirtbombs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.