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 Sri Lanka and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bush Tetras to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
The Evens,
Rites of Spring,
Jacques Brel,
Reuben Wilson,
Camberwell Now,
Magma,
Khruangbin,
Heaven 17,
The New Christs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Piero Umiliani,
Soulsonic Force,
James White and The Blacks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Womack,
Basic Channel,
The Electric Prunes,
Spandau Ballet,
Fad Gadget,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crooked Eye,
Young Marble Giants,
The Shadows of Knight,
ABC,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fugs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Quadrant,
Tears for Fears,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gladiators,
Minny Pops,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Durutti Column,
Max Romeo,
Nik Kershaw,
Graham Central Station,
X-Ray Spex,
Yusef Lateef,
Ohio Players,
Talk Talk,
Lindisfarne,
Rekid,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brick,
Scratch Acid,
Guru Guru,
Tres Demented,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Audionom,
Rakim,
Gong,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.