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 Finland and from Mexico City.
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 Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 June of 44 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
The Residents,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ituana,
The Dead C,
The Cowsills,
the Association,
Derrick May,
Nik Kershaw,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Skaos,
Moebius,
Television Personalities,
Patti Smith,
Godley & Creme,
Young Marble Giants,
Interpol,
The Techniques,
Urselle,
Oblivians,
Henry Cow,
The Happenings,
Sällskapet,
Barry Ungar,
Sugar Minott,
Altered Images,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobby Womack,
Shoche,
Parry Music,
Angry Samoans,
Sonic Youth,
Faust,
Surgeon,
Eurythmics,
Jacob Miller,
A Certain Ratio,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kenny Larkin,
Liliput,
Bang On A Can,
The Tremeloes,
Don Cherry,
The Last Poets,
The Golliwogs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Matthew Bourne,
MC5,
Das Ding,
Oneida,
Quantec,
Procol Harum,
The Fall,
Quadrant,
Wolf Eyes,
Roger Hodgson,
Slave,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
a-ha,
The Fugs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.