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 Japan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Rites of Spring to the rap 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Kinks,
Livin' Joy,
June Days,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gong,
Harry Pussy,
David McCallum,
Skarface,
The Raincoats,
The Smiths,
PIL,
Scion,
The Doobie Brothers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rites of Spring,
Jeff Mills,
The Fortunes,
the Sonics,
Index,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stetsasonic,
Gang Starr,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Circle Jerks,
Simply Red,
Liliput,
Joe Smooth,
LL Cool J,
The Fugs,
the Germs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
One Last Wish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gap Band,
Ice-T,
Dead Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
H. Thieme,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Boz Scaggs,
the Bar-Kays,
Spoonie Gee,
Section 25,
Traffic Nightmare,
Danielle Patucci,
Au Pairs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sex Pistols,
Laurel Aitken,
The Monochrome Set,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Knickerbockers,
Cecil Taylor,
Yusef Lateef,
Funkadelic,
Ornette Coleman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.