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 Nigeria and from Milan.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Basic Channel to the grunge 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Hasil Adkins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Pus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Unrelated Segments,
Sun City Girls,
Model 500,
Circle Jerks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Derrick Morgan,
Animal Collective,
K-Klass,
Thee Headcoats,
Heaven 17,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cameo,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Velvet Underground,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dawn Penn,
World's Most,
Amon Düül,
Sound Behaviour,
Soft Machine,
the Association,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gun Club,
Clear Light,
Alton Ellis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ludus,
Joy Division,
Leonard Cohen,
Shoche,
Metal Thangz,
the Slits,
Rakim,
The Music Machine,
Graham Central Station,
Warren Ellis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The United States of America,
New Order,
The Stooges,
Magazine,
Cheater Slicks,
The Mummies,
Fugazi,
MDC,
Fatback Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Boz Scaggs,
Echospace,
Matthew Halsall,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Radio Birdman,
Talk Talk,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Traffic Nightmare,
Skarface,
Smog,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.