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 Switzerland and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Alton Ellis to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Dave Gahan,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Doors,
The Gories,
The Star Department,
MDC,
Aaron Thompson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Moebius,
Television,
Los Fastidios,
Ten City,
Yusef Lateef,
Fat Boys,
The Last Poets,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rod Modell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Second Layer,
Roxette,
Banda Bassotti,
The Standells,
Lungfish,
Isaac Hayes,
Vladislav Delay,
Desert Stars,
Parry Music,
Judy Mowatt,
Marine Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Radio Birdman,
The Index,
Minny Pops,
Panda Bear,
Man Eating Sloth,
Malaria!,
La Düsseldorf,
Easy Going,
The Martian,
Maleditus Sound,
The Mojo Men,
the Sonics,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rosa Yemen,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Donald Byrd,
John Coltrane,
Spandau Ballet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Big Daddy Kane,
Al Stewart,
Boogie Down Productions,
Harpers Bizarre,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eli Mardock,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Freddie Wadling,
Ludus,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.