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 Mexico and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lightning Bolt to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Terry Callier,
Traffic Nightmare,
Idris Muhammad,
Excepter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Sheep,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DNA,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
One Last Wish,
Joe Smooth,
Altered Images,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ituana,
Nico,
Ohio Players,
Gichy Dan,
The United States of America,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rosa Yemen,
The Busters,
Rod Modell,
Alison Limerick,
Camouflage,
48th St. Collective,
Unwound,
B.T. Express,
R.M.O.,
The Pretty Things,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hoover,
Toni Rubio,
Outsiders,
Kerri Chandler,
Brand Nubian,
cv313,
Adolescents,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Saints,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Techniques,
Peter and Kerry,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Byrd,
Amazonics,
the Bar-Kays,
Audionom,
Country Teasers,
Basic Channel,
Johnny Clarke,
Public Enemy,
The Motions,
Suicide,
Glenn Branca,
Skriet,
Das Ding,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.