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 Somalia and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the rap 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joensuu 1685,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Todd Rundgren,
Marc Almond,
Darondo,
Black Bananas,
Nico,
10cc,
New Age Steppers,
the Slits,
L. Decosne,
Gang Starr,
Circle Jerks,
Susan Cadogan,
Scan 7,
Carl Craig,
The Real Kids,
Bill Near,
Lungfish,
Chris Corsano,
Liliput,
Dennis Brown,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mark Hollis,
Jacob Miller,
Swans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Freddie Wadling,
Radiohead,
Jeff Lynne,
The Evens,
Patti Smith,
the Soft Cell,
The Grass Roots,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wasted Youth,
Cluster,
Fugazi,
Outsiders,
Tres Demented,
Lakeside,
The Pretty Things,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jerry's Kids,
Unrelated Segments,
Michelle Simonal,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cymande,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minor Threat,
Amon Düül II,
The Angels of Light,
Fad Gadget,
Jacques Brel,
China Crisis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Public Enemy,
Technova,
Sex Pistols,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.