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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Lille.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Radiopuhelimet to the techno 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dawn Penn,
Grauzone,
R.M.O.,
Black Moon,
kango's stein massive,
Swans,
Aloha Tigers,
Essential Logic,
The Slackers,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stiv Bators,
Animal Collective,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Mojo Men,
Tom Boy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roger Hodgson,
Donald Byrd,
Ralphi Rosario,
Popol Vuh,
Isaac Hayes,
Lou Reed,
Urselle,
Parry Music,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fugs,
Niagra,
Von Mondo,
Average White Band,
Brand Nubian,
Sun City Girls,
48th St. Collective,
Public Image Ltd.,
Chrome,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eli Mardock,
Radiohead,
Mission of Burma,
David Axelrod,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Christie,
Alice Coltrane,
K-Klass,
T. Rex,
U.S. Maple,
The Tremeloes,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Toasters,
Dual Sessions,
Altered Images,
Hot Snakes,
Maleditus Sound,
Schoolly D,
Hoover,
Fear,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.