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 East Timor and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Goldenarms to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Rosa Yemen,
The Techniques,
Oneida,
Hot Snakes,
The Monks,
James White and The Blacks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Newcleus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
UT,
Sällskapet,
Gang of Four,
a-ha,
Tubeway Army,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crooked Eye,
Clear Light,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Martian,
The Blackbyrds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Severed Heads,
Sister Nancy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Infiniti,
The Smoke,
The Happenings,
Suburban Knight,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Tremeloes,
Make Up,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Christie,
LL Cool J,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Saints,
Moebius,
Smog,
Gong,
Sex Pistols,
MDC,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Walker Brothers,
Blancmange,
Warren Ellis,
ABBA,
Eric Copeland,
Tears for Fears,
Lakeside,
Vainqueur,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Monolake,
Robert Wyatt,
The New Christs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Outsiders,
Fluxion,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joy Division,
Eric Dolphy,
Minutemen,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.