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 Guyana and from New York.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 David Bowie 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 Half Japanese to the disco 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Bootsy Collins,
The Birthday Party,
Altered Images,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Heaven 17,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Gories,
X-Ray Spex,
Buzzcocks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Q65,
Minnie Riperton,
Metal Thangz,
The Young Rascals,
Fela Kuti,
Franke,
Ultra Naté,
Terry Callier,
The Offenders,
kango's stein massive,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pulsallama,
Gregory Isaacs,
These Immortal Souls,
Jandek,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fire Engines,
Sixth Finger,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yusef Lateef,
Index,
Gabor Szabo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Cale,
the Human League,
The Fall,
Erykah Badu,
Wings,
Johnny Clarke,
Sister Nancy,
Schoolly D,
Boogie Down Productions,
Neil Young,
Amazonics,
Blake Baxter,
Camberwell Now,
Jawbox,
Pet Shop Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
the Normal,
Black Sheep,
The Techniques,
Soulsonic Force,
Drive Like Jehu,
10cc,
Dark Day,
Scott Walker,
Warren Ellis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.