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 United Kingdom and from Manila.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron 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 Prince Buster to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jacob Miller,
Marine Girls,
D'Angelo,
Robert Wyatt,
Pet Shop Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
Jeff Mills,
Aloha Tigers,
Aaron Thompson,
Rufus Thomas,
Donny Hathaway,
Section 25,
In Retrospect,
Trumans Water,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Metal Thangz,
Gang Starr,
Slick Rick,
the Human League,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eric Copeland,
Matthew Halsall,
The Buckinghams,
FM Einheit,
New Age Steppers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Davy DMX,
Johnny Osbourne,
Faust,
The Count Five,
Ken Boothe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Tremeloes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bad Manners,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
PIL,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dawn Penn,
H. Thieme,
Lebanon Hanover,
The American Breed,
Sex Pistols,
The Associates,
Morten Harket,
Bob Dylan,
Ituana,
Funky Four + One,
Au Pairs,
Jandek,
Underground Resistance,
Carl Craig,
Urselle,
Sarah Menescal,
The Evens,
Loose Ends,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.