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 Bolivia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Anthony Braxton to the dance 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Moby Grape,
Young Marble Giants,
Sonic Youth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
David Axelrod,
Agent Orange,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cameo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kenny Larkin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joe Finger,
Anthony Braxton,
The United States of America,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Count Five,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ice-T,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nas,
Deakin,
Intrusion,
The Techniques,
Mandrill,
Fat Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Bar-Kays,
Mantronix,
Eurythmics,
One Last Wish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pole,
EPMD,
Yazoo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Neil Young,
The Trojans,
Lyres,
Index,
Kayak,
Traffic Nightmare,
Drive Like Jehu,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Womack,
Soft Cell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Spandau Ballet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
AZ,
The Five Americans,
Bauhaus,
Thompson Twins,
Guru Guru,
Sound Behaviour,
Nils Olav,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.