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 Bhutan and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet 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 Crooked Eye to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
The Vogues,
Sight & Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eve St. Jones,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rosa Yemen,
Connie Case,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Association,
Neu!,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deakin,
The Human League,
Archie Shepp,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eurythmics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pole,
Mo-Dettes,
Los Fastidios,
Young Marble Giants,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Selecter,
Pagans,
John Coltrane,
The Angels of Light,
Outsiders,
Roxy Music,
Electric Prunes,
Stereo Dub,
Monolake,
Matthew Bourne,
Eric Dolphy,
Fat Boys,
Franke,
The Fire Engines,
Porter Ricks,
Pharoah Sanders,
David Axelrod,
Kerrie Biddell,
U.S. Maple,
Anakelly,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bronski Beat,
The Neon Judgement,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Patti Smith,
Glenn Branca,
Maleditus Sound,
Blancmange,
Gang Gang Dance,
Blake Baxter,
Ornette Coleman,
Davy DMX,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dual Sessions,
Skarface,
Wire,
Grauzone,
Sarah Menescal,
Suburban Knight,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.