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 Benin and from Jakarta.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lagos.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marcia Griffiths to the techno 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang Green,
R.M.O.,
Tres Demented,
Circle Jerks,
Bauhaus,
Severed Heads,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tubeway Army,
Throbbing Gristle,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Monks,
the Normal,
The Durutti Column,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Red Krayola,
the Slits,
Gabor Szabo,
Thompson Twins,
Hardrive,
Charles Mingus,
ABBA,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Andrew Hill,
New Order,
Gastr Del Sol,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Slave,
The Busters,
The Knickerbockers,
Ituana,
Mars,
Junior Murvin,
Faraquet,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stereo Dub,
Eli Mardock,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camouflage,
The Dave Clark Five,
Suicide,
Mr. Review,
Roxette,
Tears for Fears,
Lyres,
Aswad,
Byron Stingily,
The Fortunes,
DNA,
OOIOO,
Cybotron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Graham Central Station,
Sight & Sound,
Interpol,
Black Bananas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
JFA,
The Sonics,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.