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 Oman and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Todd Terry to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Scrapy,
Grauzone,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
David Axelrod,
Hot Snakes,
In Retrospect,
Average White Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Michelle Simonal,
Model 500,
Joy Division,
Q65,
Groovy Waters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Skaos,
Make Up,
Amon Düül,
T.S.O.L.,
Yaz,
Ituana,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Khruangbin,
Lou Reed,
This Heat,
The Doobie Brothers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fluxion,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Angels of Light,
the Normal,
Soft Machine,
Animal Collective,
The Index,
Jacques Brel,
Dennis Brown,
Metal Thangz,
Heaven 17,
Sonic Youth,
The Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jawbox,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Faust,
kango's stein massive,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Real Kids,
U.S. Maple,
New Order,
Fela Kuti,
Gang Green,
a-ha,
Bronski Beat,
Basic Channel,
the Association,
Minnie Riperton,
The Knickerbockers,
Mantronix,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.