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 Macedonia and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cheater Slicks to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Banda Bassotti,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Matthew Halsall,
Scott Walker,
Isaac Hayes,
Spoonie Gee,
Rod Modell,
Ken Boothe,
The Black Dice,
Schoolly D,
The Zeros,
Altered Images,
B.T. Express,
Angry Samoans,
Das Ding,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ronan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Unwound,
Rufus Thomas,
the Swans,
Suicide,
Groovy Waters,
Spandau Ballet,
Godley & Creme,
Accadde A,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soft Machine,
Basic Channel,
Excepter,
Lungfish,
Laurel Aitken,
Lindisfarne,
Buzzcocks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stockholm Monsters,
Section 25,
Barbara Tucker,
Tom Boy,
Ornette Coleman,
Masters at Work,
The Cowsills,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Association,
Japan,
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dawn Penn,
Tears for Fears,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Lydon,
Rotary Connection,
Suburban Knight,
La Düsseldorf,
Brick,
Shoche,
Trumans Water,
Black Moon,
Robert Hood,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.