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 Micronesia 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar 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 Cymande to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Bronski Beat,
Judy Mowatt,
Crash Course in Science,
Dark Day,
Theoretical Girls,
Bob Dylan,
Ultravox,
Tom Boy,
The Sonics,
The Young Rascals,
The Star Department,
10cc,
Minny Pops,
Robert Hood,
Chrome,
Excepter,
New Age Steppers,
Maleditus Sound,
U.S. Maple,
Fluxion,
X-102,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Lydon,
The Electric Prunes,
Infiniti,
Brand Nubian,
Iggy Pop,
One Last Wish,
Intrusion,
Dennis Brown,
Simply Red,
Spoonie Gee,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sam Rivers,
Fear,
Moby Grape,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lou Reed,
Pierre Henry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Smog,
Yellowson,
Scott Walker,
K-Klass,
Eden Ahbez,
Spandau Ballet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Victims,
Stereo Dub,
Sparks,
Dead Boys,
Tomorrow,
Eli Mardock,
a-ha,
Aswad,
David Axelrod,
Fela Kuti,
Arab on Radar,
the Germs,
Essential Logic,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.