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 Liberia and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Piero Umiliani to the punk 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Dennis Brown,
The Vogues,
Franke,
Surgeon,
Scott Walker,
Bob Dylan,
Ituana,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jeru the Damaja,
Max Romeo,
The Dead C,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wally Richardson,
Hasil Adkins,
Ultravox,
The Evens,
Tubeway Army,
Nirvana,
Pole,
David Axelrod,
Reuben Wilson,
Bluetip,
Al Stewart,
Television Personalities,
Matthew Bourne,
Dorothy Ashby,
Youth Brigade,
cv313,
Eric Copeland,
The Divine Comedy,
Bauhaus,
Jandek,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tears for Fears,
The Gladiators,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nils Olav,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lightning Bolt,
Skaos,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bronski Beat,
Black Flag,
Camberwell Now,
Ice-T,
Ultimate Spinach,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joe Finger,
Deepchord,
K-Klass,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Womack,
Absolute Body Control,
Buzzcocks,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.