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 Lithuania and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sam Rivers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Public Enemy,
Bootsy Collins,
Adolescents,
Scion,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fugs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Reuben Wilson,
F. McDonald,
Goldenarms,
Lakeside,
John Foxx,
Radio Birdman,
Hashim,
Glenn Branca,
Robert Wyatt,
Lyres,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang Starr,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang of Four,
Scientists,
Lindisfarne,
Archie Shepp,
Simply Red,
Fear,
The Knickerbockers,
Youth Brigade,
Jandek,
Warsaw,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Colin Newman,
Malaria!,
Supertramp,
Dorothy Ashby,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camouflage,
Freddie Wadling,
Surgeon,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Names,
The Mummies,
Angry Samoans,
Peter and Kerry,
Buzzcocks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deakin,
Bluetip,
Crash Course in Science,
Popol Vuh,
The Moleskins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Slackers,
ABBA,
The Busters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pole,
Aloha Tigers,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.