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 Mali and from Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar 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 Arab on Radar to the grunge 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Bob Dylan,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Grey Daturas,
Panda Bear,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Khruangbin,
Gichy Dan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Q and Not U,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lightning Bolt,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bad Manners,
Outsiders,
The J.B.'s,
Mr. Review,
Curtis Mayfield,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
ABBA,
John Foxx,
Harmonia,
Slave,
Marvin Gaye,
Thee Headcoats,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hoover,
Rosa Yemen,
Lalann,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Flag,
Minny Pops,
Bill Wells,
The Human League,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
F. McDonald,
Jeff Mills,
Bauhaus,
U.S. Maple,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minnie Riperton,
Dave Gahan,
China Crisis,
Banda Bassotti,
Pere Ubu,
Von Mondo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Henry Cow,
Dorothy Ashby,
cv313,
Dead Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rod Modell,
Eric Copeland,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Slits,
Tom Boy,
Liliput,
Whodini,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.