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 Slovakia and from Jakarta.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
John Cale,
The Cramps,
Sunsets and Hearts,
New Order,
Accadde A,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Techniques,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Andrew Hill,
The Five Americans,
Aswad,
The Grass Roots,
Metal Thangz,
Arthur Verocai,
Eric B and Rakim,
Man Eating Sloth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Main Source,
The Neon Judgement,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Real Kids,
Average White Band,
Ice-T,
Lightning Bolt,
The Music Machine,
the Fania All-Stars,
Electric Prunes,
Mandrill,
Kurtis Blow,
Y Pants,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sun City Girls,
Grey Daturas,
Deepchord,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Susan Cadogan,
Crash Course in Science,
Clear Light,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lungfish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Count Five,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Terry Callier,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Q65,
Jeff Lynne,
The Doors,
World's Most,
Funkadelic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fall,
Jandek,
Mantronix,
The Gap Band,
D'Angelo,
Pagans,
Sex Pistols,
Howard Jones,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.