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 Kazakhstan and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Accadde A to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Outsiders,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Invisible,
Aloha Tigers,
The Dirtbombs,
Negative Approach,
Section 25,
Harry Pussy,
MDC,
Flash Fearless,
The J.B.'s,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Beau Brummels,
DJ Sneak,
The Blues Magoos,
Accadde A,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Terry Callier,
Talk Talk,
Pierre Henry,
The Residents,
Arab on Radar,
The Gap Band,
PIL,
Ultimate Spinach,
Glambeats Corp.,
Erykah Badu,
Nick Fraelich,
The Remains,
Masters at Work,
Janne Schatter,
Fat Boys,
Can,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soft Machine,
Hoover,
The Walker Brothers,
Country Teasers,
Lower 48,
Cluster,
Index,
Kevin Saunderson,
Qualms,
Peter and Kerry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joensuu 1685,
Soulsonic Force,
Henry Cow,
Basic Channel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
L. Decosne,
Sun Ra,
Colin Newman,
Junior Murvin,
Intrusion,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bluetip,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.