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 Papua New Guinea and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Michael McDonald 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the dance 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Misunderstood,
Nik Kershaw,
Arthur Verocai,
Isaac Hayes,
Wire,
Jacques Brel,
Minnie Riperton,
Bang On A Can,
Thee Headcoats,
Arcadia,
The Gun Club,
Crash Course in Science,
Sällskapet,
Matthew Halsall,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Delta 5,
Circle Jerks,
The Offenders,
Marine Girls,
Brand Nubian,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eddi Front,
Frankie Knuckles,
Babytalk,
Surgeon,
The Real Kids,
The Techniques,
The Velvet Underground,
Anakelly,
Camberwell Now,
Swell Maps,
The Leaves,
Rites of Spring,
Susan Cadogan,
Soul II Soul,
The Cure,
MDC,
Todd Rundgren,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mandrill,
The Vogues,
Agitation Free,
Crooked Eye,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nick Fraelich,
Darondo,
Pole,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
R.M.O.,
Nico,
Pere Ubu,
Hashim,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Happenings,
New York Dolls,
Panda Bear,
Harpers Bizarre,
Make Up,
The United States of America,
Minutemen,
Basic Channel,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.