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 Bahrain and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Accadde A to the jazz 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Marine Girls,
the Soft Cell,
Archie Shepp,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joe Smooth,
Chris Corsano,
Fear,
Adolescents,
The Remains,
Inner City,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scion,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Doors,
Marmalade,
Animal Collective,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Easy Going,
Black Bananas,
B.T. Express,
Altered Images,
Drexciya,
the Sonics,
Heaven 17,
Don Cherry,
The Toasters,
The Fugs,
Reuben Wilson,
Unwound,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Pus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Leonard Cohen,
Pierre Henry,
The Alarm Clocks,
Avey Tare,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang Starr,
Agent Orange,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stereo Dub,
Pharoah Sanders,
Erykah Badu,
Half Japanese,
The Buckinghams,
Zero Boys,
Little Man,
Harpers Bizarre,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Byrd,
Althea and Donna,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Smoke,
Blake Baxter,
Can,
The Fall,
Outsiders,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.