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 Mauritania and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod 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?
Roxy Music,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nas,
Black Sheep,
The Red Krayola,
The Fall,
Reagan Youth,
The Count Five,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gories,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Boredoms,
Janne Schatter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
ABBA,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Smog,
Kayak,
Al Stewart,
La Düsseldorf,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roxette,
the Sonics,
Sonic Youth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pere Ubu,
Depeche Mode,
Sarah Menescal,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mary Jane Girls,
CMW,
Spoonie Gee,
Erykah Badu,
The Trojans,
Tom Boy,
Skaos,
Monks,
Moby Grape,
John Cale,
The Pretty Things,
Minny Pops,
Chris Corsano,
Gabor Szabo,
Anthony Braxton,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ice-T,
Bluetip,
Dead Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
48th St. Collective,
The Modern Lovers,
Echospace,
Hoover,
DNA,
The Gap Band,
Vainqueur,
Cal Tjader,
The Happenings,
Man Parrish,
Bang On A Can,
Marc Almond,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.