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 Ivory Coast and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Marshall Jefferson to the rock 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Man Parrish,
The Moleskins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Suburban Knight,
Sonny Sharrock,
Toni Rubio,
Circle Jerks,
the Association,
Minor Threat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marvin Gaye,
Desert Stars,
The Stooges,
The Index,
The Leaves,
Matthew Halsall,
Jerry's Kids,
The Remains,
a-ha,
Kas Product,
Skarface,
Tom Boy,
The Real Kids,
Black Moon,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gladiators,
the Slits,
Connie Case,
Alice Coltrane,
Kenny Larkin,
Wasted Youth,
Organ,
Cybotron,
MDC,
Iggy Pop,
Swell Maps,
John Lydon,
Smog,
The Mojo Men,
Negative Approach,
Dual Sessions,
The United States of America,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Slackers,
Whodini,
Reagan Youth,
The Last Poets,
Aswad,
Young Marble Giants,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fugs,
Khruangbin,
Los Fastidios,
Scientists,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Silicon Teens,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.