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 Mozambique and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 48th St. Collective to the grime 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Wire,
Tubeway Army,
Crispy Ambulance,
Organ,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joensuu 1685,
Desert Stars,
Colin Newman,
Basic Channel,
The Techniques,
Interpol,
Agent Orange,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Smog,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Motorama,
The Durutti Column,
Rekid,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dawn Penn,
Angry Samoans,
the Association,
John Holt,
Howard Jones,
Stetsasonic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Drexciya,
the Soft Cell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Swell Maps,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Foxx,
Flipper,
Mars,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Byrd,
Deadbeat,
D'Angelo,
Anakelly,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Drive Like Jehu,
Main Source,
Fugazi,
Ten City,
F. McDonald,
Kaleidoscope,
Vladislav Delay,
Soulsonic Force,
Sly & The Family Stone,
KRS-One,
Joe Smooth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Excepter,
Bill Near,
Neu!,
Yellowson,
Nico,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.