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 Uzbekistan and from Columbus.
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 New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Alarm Clocks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
The Durutti Column,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tim Buckley,
Rekid,
Bobby Byrd,
Outsiders,
Marshall Jefferson,
Public Image Ltd.,
FM Einheit,
48th St. Collective,
Brick,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang Gang Dance,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Albert Ayler,
Howard Jones,
Funkadelic,
The Cure,
Pole,
Flipper,
The Fall,
Guru Guru,
Blancmange,
The Motions,
Fear,
Jerry's Kids,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Doors,
Archie Shepp,
The Move,
Radiohead,
Babytalk,
Visage,
Banda Bassotti,
Television,
Dave Gahan,
Arthur Verocai,
Eric B and Rakim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hashim,
Minutemen,
Moby Grape,
the Soft Cell,
Junior Murvin,
Index,
Joey Negro,
The Blackbyrds,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bizarre Inc.,
Clear Light,
David Bowie,
Mars,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brass Construction,
Skarface,
Harmonia,
ABBA,
Throbbing Gristle,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.