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 Bangladesh and from Halifax.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gichy Dan to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sun City Girls,
Sixth Finger,
Vainqueur,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Birthday Party,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ice-T,
The Associates,
The Electric Prunes,
Television Personalities,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Silicon Teens,
Infiniti,
Oneida,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Busters,
This Heat,
Cal Tjader,
Wolf Eyes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Carl Craig,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Soft Cell,
Cymande,
Thee Headcoats,
The Dead C,
Delta 5,
Prince Buster,
The Beau Brummels,
The Doors,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
X-102,
Drive Like Jehu,
Interpol,
UT,
Quando Quango,
Skarface,
Yellowson,
Los Fastidios,
B.T. Express,
China Crisis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Terry Callier,
Isaac Hayes,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grauzone,
Magma,
Tres Demented,
Howard Jones,
the Germs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Chris Corsano,
Zapp,
The United States of America,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jandek,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Adolescents,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.