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 Kazakhstan and from Madrid.
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 Houston and Seoul.
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 clarinet 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 Johnny Clarke to the punk 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Cluster,
Pole,
Television,
Hot Snakes,
Minny Pops,
Jandek,
The Trojans,
The Gories,
Khruangbin,
Joensuu 1685,
The Pop Group,
Janne Schatter,
Trumans Water,
Panda Bear,
Ludus,
Byron Stingily,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Electric Prunes,
Quando Quango,
Chris Corsano,
Suburban Knight,
Sex Pistols,
Eric Dolphy,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Byrd,
Severed Heads,
Brick,
Johnny Clarke,
The Raincoats,
Eyeless In Gaza,
KRS-One,
Godley & Creme,
Deadbeat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dead Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
The Standells,
Lou Reed,
The Velvet Underground,
The Black Dice,
Ultimate Spinach,
Juan Atkins,
Morten Harket,
DNA,
Soft Machine,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dawn Penn,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marine Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Lydon,
Oneida,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Negative Approach,
Freddie Wadling,
Skarface,
Yellowson,
Absolute Body Control,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hardrive,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.