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 Ecuador and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dual Sessions,
The Count Five,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rites of Spring,
The Cowsills,
Janne Schatter,
Arthur Verocai,
X-101,
Model 500,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soft Machine,
Gil Scott Heron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Half Japanese,
Juan Atkins,
Piero Umiliani,
Fela Kuti,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Blackbyrds,
Robert Hood,
LL Cool J,
Amon Düül,
Crime,
Erasure,
Pierre Henry,
X-102,
The Red Krayola,
Reuben Wilson,
Ohio Players,
Das Ding,
Roy Ayers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Man Eating Sloth,
Toni Rubio,
Johnny Osbourne,
Henry Cow,
Morten Harket,
Unrelated Segments,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Smiths,
The Motions,
Flash Fearless,
H. Thieme,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minutemen,
The Names,
Electric Prunes,
Eric Dolphy,
Mo-Dettes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Last Poets,
OOIOO,
Matthew Bourne,
The Angels of Light,
The Standells,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.