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 Guatemala and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Warren Ellis to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Y Pants,
F. McDonald,
Schoolly D,
Goldenarms,
Derrick Morgan,
Nik Kershaw,
Howard Jones,
Crooked Eye,
the Bar-Kays,
Model 500,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lindisfarne,
Rakim,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultravox,
Vainqueur,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Porter Ricks,
Scion,
Byron Stingily,
Curtis Mayfield,
These Immortal Souls,
Bluetip,
Yellowson,
Graham Central Station,
Chris Corsano,
Lee Hazlewood,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Mojo Men,
The Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
The Raincoats,
Ronan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Womack,
Shuggie Otis,
Technova,
Robert Wyatt,
Skarface,
Erykah Badu,
Young Marble Giants,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ludus,
The Mummies,
The Toasters,
Alison Limerick,
Skriet,
Das Ding,
Rod Modell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Beau Brummels,
Electric Prunes,
Wings,
The Remains,
The Gap Band,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.