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 Australia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ 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 Scan 7 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
F. McDonald,
The Doobie Brothers,
AZ,
Lucky Dragons,
Malaria!,
Skriet,
Pere Ubu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Public Image Ltd.,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Divine Comedy,
Harry Pussy,
Dual Sessions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stetsasonic,
Sound Behaviour,
Theoretical Girls,
The Associates,
Faust,
Franke,
Electric Prunes,
Piero Umiliani,
the Bar-Kays,
The Five Americans,
Ronnie Foster,
Hot Snakes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wolf Eyes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Skarface,
Spoonie Gee,
The Techniques,
Andrew Hill,
Jacques Brel,
Scientists,
Charles Mingus,
Gang Green,
Can,
Darondo,
Harmonia,
Quando Quango,
Reuben Wilson,
The Saints,
The American Breed,
In Retrospect,
Terrestrial Tones,
This Heat,
Pantytec,
Sugar Minott,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Electric Prunes,
The Red Krayola,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marvin Gaye,
the Germs,
Rosa Yemen,
Nils Olav,
Sex Pistols,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.