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 Barbados and from Houston.
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 Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 Barry Ungar to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Theoretical Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Unrelated Segments,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Heaven 17,
The Monochrome Set,
The Grass Roots,
Girls At Our Best!,
D'Angelo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Absolute Body Control,
Morten Harket,
X-101,
Terry Callier,
Roxette,
In Retrospect,
Pierre Henry,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eurythmics,
The United States of America,
The Angels of Light,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Byrd,
Procol Harum,
The Litter,
Glenn Branca,
Bronski Beat,
Soft Machine,
Quantec,
Q65,
Bauhaus,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Flesh Eaters,
Surgeon,
Zapp,
Harmonia,
Toni Rubio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Barracudas,
The Divine Comedy,
The Slackers,
Albert Ayler,
The Misunderstood,
Oneida,
Nas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Dirtbombs,
Japan,
Scrapy,
Talk Talk,
Soft Cell,
Half Japanese,
Brass Construction,
The Cowsills,
Chris & Cosey,
Fear,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.