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 Mauritius and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 New Age Steppers to the crunk 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
The Grass Roots,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jacques Brel,
Jandek,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Monochrome Set,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fire Engines,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dawn Penn,
Kenny Larkin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nation of Ulysses,
Max Romeo,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Warren Ellis,
Malaria!,
Chris Corsano,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Coltrane,
The Electric Prunes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mo-Dettes,
Fad Gadget,
The New Christs,
Funkadelic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cluster,
Bobbi Humphrey,
8 Eyed Spy,
Faraquet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rotary Connection,
Black Pus,
Zero Boys,
Man Parrish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rakim,
AZ,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Buckinghams,
Junior Murvin,
Fugazi,
Joy Division,
Pierre Henry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Trumans Water,
Matthew Halsall,
Hardrive,
The Fugs,
Alison Limerick,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jimmy McGriff,
U.S. Maple,
Nils Olav,
Liliput,
E-Dancer,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.