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 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Holger Czukay 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 Babytalk to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
The Shadows of Knight,
Porter Ricks,
Camouflage,
Gichy Dan,
Rekid,
Shuggie Otis,
Organ,
Sugar Minott,
Pagans,
Black Flag,
Iggy Pop,
Sight & Sound,
The Moody Blues,
Cybotron,
Rhythm & Sound,
R.M.O.,
Slave,
Altered Images,
Graham Central Station,
In Retrospect,
Fear,
The Offenders,
Tropical Tobacco,
Echospace,
The Martian,
Schoolly D,
Reuben Wilson,
Q65,
The Monochrome Set,
Main Source,
Joe Finger,
This Heat,
MDC,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Amon Düül,
kango's stein massive,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barbara Tucker,
K-Klass,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Blues Magoos,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Aural Exciters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Groovy Waters,
Malaria!,
F. McDonald,
Tim Buckley,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jeff Mills,
Pet Shop Boys,
One Last Wish,
Todd Rundgren,
Scan 7,
Basic Channel,
Zero Boys,
The Slackers,
Jawbox,
Panda Bear,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.