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 Costa Rica and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator 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 the Fania All-Stars to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
John Cale,
The Martian,
The United States of America,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Talk Talk,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Simply Red,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joey Negro,
The Birthday Party,
Aural Exciters,
UT,
Guru Guru,
Pole,
Black Flag,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Man Parrish,
Crooked Eye,
Johnny Clarke,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scratch Acid,
The Pretty Things,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sällskapet,
Roxy Music,
Pulsallama,
The Remains,
The Golliwogs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Outsiders,
Q65,
The Smiths,
The Walker Brothers,
John Lydon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The New Christs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Residents,
Peter and Kerry,
Yazoo,
Black Sheep,
Pierre Henry,
Black Moon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bad Manners,
The Blues Magoos,
John Foxx,
Desert Stars,
One Last Wish,
Bang On A Can,
The Dirtbombs,
Slick Rick,
Ituana,
Alton Ellis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Monks,
Tres Demented,
Cluster,
Eric Dolphy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Angels of Light,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.