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 Hungary and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the techno 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Radiopuhelimet,
Au Pairs,
Bill Near,
Soul II Soul,
Yazoo,
MC5,
Lakeside,
Massinfluence,
F. McDonald,
Flash Fearless,
Scientists,
Sugar Minott,
The Cure,
Minutemen,
Panda Bear,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Soft Cell,
Television,
Nils Olav,
The Victims,
Mandrill,
Bobby Byrd,
Fat Boys,
Drive Like Jehu,
KRS-One,
Colin Newman,
Whodini,
Maleditus Sound,
The Human League,
Wasted Youth,
New Order,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ponytail,
Flamin' Groovies,
Janne Schatter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Graham Central Station,
Althea and Donna,
The Electric Prunes,
Supertramp,
The United States of America,
Mars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Shoche,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Lydon,
Jeff Mills,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pussy Galore,
The Young Rascals,
Crispian St. Peters,
Donald Byrd,
Albert Ayler,
The Toasters,
Mantronix,
DJ Sneak,
Amon Düül,
Goldenarms,
Don Cherry,
Joe Finger,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.