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 Montenegro and from Shanghai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 the Bar-Kays to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
The Busters,
The Red Krayola,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grey Daturas,
Zapp,
Porter Ricks,
Cecil Taylor,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Flipper,
Ohio Players,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Spandau Ballet,
48th St. Collective,
Mandrill,
Archie Shepp,
Saccharine Trust,
Alice Coltrane,
The Offenders,
Echospace,
The Associates,
Kurtis Blow,
The Buckinghams,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Trumans Water,
Yazoo,
Slick Rick,
PIL,
Lower 48,
Funkadelic,
The Velvet Underground,
China Crisis,
Erykah Badu,
The Blackbyrds,
June of 44,
Monks,
Wolf Eyes,
Dual Sessions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Moody Blues,
Nas,
Soft Cell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mark Hollis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wally Richardson,
The Cowsills,
Absolute Body Control,
Todd Terry,
The Litter,
The Cramps,
John Lydon,
Jesper Dahlback,
A Certain Ratio,
Cheater Slicks,
The Barracudas,
Sonic Youth,
Robert Görl,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Arab on Radar,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.