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 Kazakhstan and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Toni Rubio to the grunge 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Scan 7,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fatback Band,
The Mojo Men,
The Moody Blues,
Dead Boys,
Davy DMX,
The Kinks,
Eric Dolphy,
The Divine Comedy,
Royal Trux,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hardrive,
These Immortal Souls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cal Tjader,
Jacob Miller,
Stereo Dub,
Eli Mardock,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Arcadia,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cowsills,
Scrapy,
The Beau Brummels,
Fugazi,
Parry Music,
Fluxion,
Lightning Bolt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Sonics,
Quantec,
Crime,
Wolf Eyes,
Drexciya,
The Angels of Light,
Sandy B,
The Tremeloes,
Moby Grape,
The Names,
Wire,
Isaac Hayes,
Glenn Branca,
Juan Atkins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Graham Central Station,
Lucky Dragons,
Carl Craig,
Q65,
Y Pants,
Panda Bear,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Echospace,
Marmalade,
Banda Bassotti,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
AZ,
The Martian,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Model 500,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.