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 Germany and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum 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 Lou Reed & John Cale 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nation of Ulysses,
Masters at Work,
Ludus,
Popol Vuh,
Duran Duran,
Pierre Henry,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cymande,
Flamin' Groovies,
Brand Nubian,
World's Most,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Johnny Osbourne,
Monks,
Theoretical Girls,
New Age Steppers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sunsets and Hearts,
New Order,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stereo Dub,
Y Pants,
Sparks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Johnny Clarke,
Iggy Pop,
Lindisfarne,
The Doors,
Reuben Wilson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Germs,
Soulsonic Force,
Inner City,
Anthony Braxton,
Faraquet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
B.T. Express,
Metal Thangz,
Roxy Music,
Matthew Bourne,
Eli Mardock,
The Dead C,
Nas,
Siglo XX,
Rekid,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deadbeat,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ken Boothe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Banda Bassotti,
Radio Birdman,
Spandau Ballet,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.