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 Nepal and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Gang of Four 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Peter and Kerry,
Bad Manners,
Organ,
Nirvana,
Deadbeat,
The Walker Brothers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Loose Ends,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
kango's stein massive,
The Techniques,
The Litter,
Hoover,
Harry Pussy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Trumans Water,
Hasil Adkins,
Zapp,
Inner City,
B.T. Express,
Neu!,
Faraquet,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rosa Yemen,
Rites of Spring,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fugs,
Dennis Brown,
Icehouse,
10cc,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Agitation Free,
The Slits,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eurythmics,
Panda Bear,
Au Pairs,
Rakim,
Fela Kuti,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Vladislav Delay,
the Normal,
Wings,
Don Cherry,
Erasure,
Malaria!,
Hardrive,
Fad Gadget,
Angry Samoans,
Roxette,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sällskapet,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gong,
Roxy Music,
Ultravox,
Swans,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Sonics,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.