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 Korea South and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Robert Palmer 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Eric Dolphy,
Motorama,
The Tremeloes,
Simply Red,
Nirvana,
Bang On A Can,
Juan Atkins,
Quantec,
World's Most,
June of 44,
The Gap Band,
Hoover,
Sam Rivers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eric Copeland,
Flash Fearless,
kango's stein massive,
Chris & Cosey,
The Mojo Men,
Glambeats Corp.,
Henry Cow,
Jerry's Kids,
Delon & Dalcan,
Warren Ellis,
The Remains,
Infiniti,
EPMD,
T. Rex,
Scrapy,
The Names,
Derrick May,
8 Eyed Spy,
Oneida,
Kerrie Biddell,
Massinfluence,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Au Pairs,
Bronski Beat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pussy Galore,
Faraquet,
Godley & Creme,
Roger Hodgson,
Dave Gahan,
The J.B.'s,
Talk Talk,
Amon Düül,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dawn Penn,
F. McDonald,
A Certain Ratio,
Organ,
The Count Five,
Qualms,
Subhumans,
Sight & Sound,
Intrusion,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.