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 Somalia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sun Ra Arkestra 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Womack,
Infiniti,
The Kinks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Morten Harket,
The Buckinghams,
The Pretty Things,
The Wake,
Dead Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Essential Logic,
The Fugs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gladiators,
Juan Atkins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Radiohead,
Adolescents,
Warsaw,
Moby Grape,
Chrome,
Joe Smooth,
Wings,
Ohio Players,
The Electric Prunes,
Lakeside,
Banda Bassotti,
Soul Sonic Force,
A Certain Ratio,
ABBA,
Jacob Miller,
David Bowie,
The Stooges,
Deadbeat,
Surgeon,
The Searchers,
T.S.O.L.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Von Mondo,
the Germs,
UT,
The J.B.'s,
The Fire Engines,
Skarface,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brand Nubian,
Saccharine Trust,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Golliwogs,
Country Teasers,
The Move,
Andrew Hill,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nick Fraelich,
Simply Red,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.