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 Kosovo 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare 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 Swell Maps to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Agitation Free,
Kurtis Blow,
Cluster,
Barrington Levy,
David Axelrod,
Nas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
World's Most,
Fatback Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Byron Stingily,
Roxette,
Black Flag,
Robert Görl,
Gang Green,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gun Club,
Motorama,
DJ Style,
The Raincoats,
Stiv Bators,
Ornette Coleman,
Crooked Eye,
Make Up,
Barry Ungar,
Soft Machine,
John Coltrane,
Hardrive,
Sarah Menescal,
Shuggie Otis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultra Naté,
Lucky Dragons,
Lungfish,
Hashim,
Marshall Jefferson,
Malaria!,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
One Last Wish,
Little Man,
Sight & Sound,
Underground Resistance,
Anthony Braxton,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Derrick Morgan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Junior Murvin,
Ice-T,
June of 44,
D'Angelo,
Maleditus Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aloha Tigers,
The Moody Blues,
Severed Heads,
Rekid,
MDC,
The Fuzztones,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.