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 Seychelles and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Glenn Branca,
Deepchord,
Neil Young,
The Count Five,
The Electric Prunes,
Oneida,
Japan,
Anakelly,
ABC,
Pole,
Reuben Wilson,
The Five Americans,
Radiohead,
Peter and Kerry,
This Heat,
Godley & Creme,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Bar-Kays,
Josef K,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minor Threat,
Lyres,
Q and Not U,
Radio Birdman,
New York Dolls,
Delta 5,
Drive Like Jehu,
Robert Görl,
Bizarre Inc.,
Section 25,
Magazine,
Bluetip,
Drexciya,
Bauhaus,
Danielle Patucci,
Zapp,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Music Machine,
Sexual Harrassment,
Thompson Twins,
Oblivians,
Minny Pops,
Symarip,
Banda Bassotti,
Neu!,
48th St. Collective,
L. Decosne,
Todd Rundgren,
Liliput,
the Association,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ponytail,
The Invisible,
Kurtis Blow,
The Doors,
Piero Umiliani,
Schoolly D,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.