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 Morocco and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
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 linndrum 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 Rites of Spring to the jazz 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Seeds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Arthur Verocai,
The Smoke,
Cheater Slicks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kayak,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ronan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Amon Düül II,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Clear Light,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pylon,
Letta Mbulu,
Lucky Dragons,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wire,
Blancmange,
Joe Finger,
Hardrive,
B.T. Express,
The Skatalites,
Goldenarms,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Todd Rundgren,
A Certain Ratio,
Newcleus,
ABBA,
Reagan Youth,
In Retrospect,
Sonic Youth,
Davy DMX,
Jacques Brel,
the Bar-Kays,
The Cure,
The Alarm Clocks,
Glenn Branca,
L. Decosne,
Dual Sessions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yellowson,
Kas Product,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
cv313,
Charles Mingus,
Yaz,
Sound Behaviour,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ponytail,
Harry Pussy,
Marmalade,
Ludus,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.