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 El Salvador 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 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 The Young Rascals to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Derrick May,
Colin Newman,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cheater Slicks,
Chris & Cosey,
Freddie Wadling,
Mark Hollis,
A Certain Ratio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
X-102,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
cv313,
Cal Tjader,
Barry Ungar,
Talk Talk,
The J.B.'s,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nils Olav,
CMW,
Peter & Gordon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fall,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Harmonia,
Scan 7,
The Dave Clark Five,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
KRS-One,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Spoonie Gee,
The Moody Blues,
The Monks,
FM Einheit,
Au Pairs,
Basic Channel,
The Motions,
Robert Wyatt,
D'Angelo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Quantec,
The Red Krayola,
Sugar Minott,
Youth Brigade,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wolf Eyes,
Rotary Connection,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Groovy Waters,
Kurtis Blow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Avey Tare,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camouflage,
One Last Wish,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.