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 Swaziland 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord 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 Gang of Four to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
The Black Dice,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hot Snakes,
the Sonics,
The Kinks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wolf Eyes,
Yusef Lateef,
Kerri Chandler,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minor Threat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sparks,
The Offenders,
KRS-One,
Peter and Kerry,
Carl Craig,
Girls At Our Best!,
T. Rex,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dennis Brown,
Pylon,
Piero Umiliani,
Harpers Bizarre,
Massinfluence,
Crime,
Lou Christie,
Soft Machine,
Shuggie Otis,
Bauhaus,
The Trojans,
Ornette Coleman,
Harry Pussy,
Black Flag,
Eurythmics,
Nation of Ulysses,
Howard Jones,
Rhythm & Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
10cc,
Silicon Teens,
John Holt,
Parry Music,
Robert Wyatt,
Deadbeat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Young Rascals,
Scan 7,
Robert Hood,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tom Boy,
Saccharine Trust,
Stetsasonic,
Siglo XX,
The Gap Band,
The Music Machine,
Skarface,
Neil Young,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.