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 Manchester.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Lebanon Hanover to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Blancmange,
DJ Sneak,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Drexciya,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Human League,
Smog,
Oblivians,
The Knickerbockers,
Hashim,
The Red Krayola,
Sixth Finger,
Donny Hathaway,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sonic Youth,
Roy Ayers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tres Demented,
The Pretty Things,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
MC5,
Electric Prunes,
Yazoo,
Jeff Mills,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Association,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Qualms,
The Shadows of Knight,
James Chance & The Contortions,
D'Angelo,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Sherman,
Tom Boy,
Prince Buster,
Blake Baxter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dark Day,
Von Mondo,
the Soft Cell,
The Velvet Underground,
The Dead C,
Charles Mingus,
Scott Walker,
New Order,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mandrill,
The Selecter,
The Trojans,
Minor Threat,
Pantytec,
Camberwell Now,
Massinfluence,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.