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 Korea North and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare 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 Aswad to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
The Doors,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Con Funk Shun,
Avey Tare,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rotary Connection,
Nils Olav,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roxette,
Icehouse,
Letta Mbulu,
The Selecter,
Sight & Sound,
The United States of America,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barbara Tucker,
Spoonie Gee,
Tears for Fears,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Litter,
LL Cool J,
Kaleidoscope,
UT,
The Knickerbockers,
Drexciya,
the Bar-Kays,
Matthew Halsall,
Yusef Lateef,
The Move,
John Coltrane,
Talk Talk,
Excepter,
This Heat,
The Offenders,
Jawbox,
Dead Boys,
Heaven 17,
The Beau Brummels,
Tres Demented,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rosa Yemen,
DJ Style,
B.T. Express,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Last Poets,
Don Cherry,
The Black Dice,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marshall Jefferson,
Malaria!,
The Grass Roots,
Roxy Music,
Susan Cadogan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Terry Callier,
Crime,
Nation of Ulysses,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.