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 Korea North and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Real Kids to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Don Cherry,
Ornette Coleman,
Schoolly D,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fuzztones,
Angry Samoans,
Terrestrial Tones,
The United States of America,
Cybotron,
H. Thieme,
The Seeds,
Nirvana,
Jeff Mills,
Johnny Clarke,
The Toasters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Qualms,
Danielle Patucci,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Busters,
Suicide,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Livin' Joy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Slits,
Bobby Womack,
Dave Gahan,
James White and The Blacks,
the Association,
The Blackbyrds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eurythmics,
Guru Guru,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Remains,
The Techniques,
Basic Channel,
Aaron Thompson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Darondo,
Nils Olav,
The Detroit Cobras,
Erasure,
Nik Kershaw,
Kerri Chandler,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Freddie Wadling,
Henry Cow,
the Soft Cell,
Agitation Free,
The New Christs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Smog,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wasted Youth,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Pretty Things,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.