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 Iraq and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ultra Naté to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Lower 48,
Tim Buckley,
Saccharine Trust,
Duran Duran,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rod Modell,
Matthew Halsall,
8 Eyed Spy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Zero Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Skarface,
Porter Ricks,
DJ Sneak,
Joe Finger,
Interpol,
Masters at Work,
Chrome,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Radio Birdman,
Juan Atkins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Liliput,
Dark Day,
Q and Not U,
Underground Resistance,
Minutemen,
Davy DMX,
Gang Gang Dance,
Don Cherry,
Cecil Taylor,
Second Layer,
H. Thieme,
Anakelly,
Organ,
Model 500,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Womack,
Howard Jones,
Crash Course in Science,
The Birthday Party,
Morten Harket,
The Star Department,
Jacques Brel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pagans,
Subhumans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Modern Lovers,
The Blackbyrds,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lyres,
Faraquet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Reed,
Black Moon,
Deakin,
Monks,
Alison Limerick,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.