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 Ethiopia and from Hong Kong.
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 Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro 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 Metal Thangz to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Ludus,
Joyce Sims,
Gil Scott Heron,
Maurizio,
Bobby Sherman,
Accadde A,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mandrill,
Crime,
Wire,
Lindisfarne,
David Axelrod,
Qualms,
Mo-Dettes,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gap Band,
Public Enemy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Blancmange,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
ABBA,
Kenny Larkin,
Sam Rivers,
Letta Mbulu,
Siglo XX,
Sight & Sound,
Steve Hackett,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
New York Dolls,
Ornette Coleman,
Massinfluence,
Suburban Knight,
Archie Shepp,
the Bar-Kays,
David McCallum,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brand Nubian,
Cheater Slicks,
Agent Orange,
Lalann,
Ronnie Foster,
Althea and Donna,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Blossom Toes,
Vladislav Delay,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marine Girls,
Circle Jerks,
The Gladiators,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Radio Birdman,
The Associates,
Lyres,
The Mojo Men,
Nick Fraelich,
Unrelated Segments,
The Kinks,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.