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 Saudi Arabia and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 The Selecter to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Inner City,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cymande,
The Toasters,
Lou Christie,
The Sonics,
Derrick May,
John Lydon,
David McCallum,
Thee Headcoats,
Robert Wyatt,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Pretty Things,
Tres Demented,
Slave,
Ornette Coleman,
Marine Girls,
Jawbox,
Toni Rubio,
Spandau Ballet,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Magazine,
Minny Pops,
Robert Görl,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Technova,
Cecil Taylor,
Lakeside,
Fat Boys,
Colin Newman,
Radiohead,
The Beau Brummels,
Fugazi,
Thompson Twins,
Arab on Radar,
Adolescents,
The Wake,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Raincoats,
Clear Light,
Second Layer,
Make Up,
Circle Jerks,
Masters at Work,
The Move,
Skaos,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
T. Rex,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Sheep,
Khruangbin,
Easy Going,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Slits,
Excepter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Man Eating Sloth,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.