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 Swaziland and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Prince Buster to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grauzone,
Dual Sessions,
Yazoo,
Jandek,
The Sound,
The Invisible,
The Modern Lovers,
Vainqueur,
John Coltrane,
Minor Threat,
The Victims,
Eric Copeland,
Fear,
Arab on Radar,
Darondo,
A Certain Ratio,
Livin' Joy,
The Last Poets,
Moss Icon,
Cymande,
Dennis Brown,
The Litter,
Fela Kuti,
Cameo,
Lou Christie,
Blancmange,
Don Cherry,
Severed Heads,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hoover,
Guru Guru,
Alice Coltrane,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Bananas,
Mars,
the Bar-Kays,
Fatback Band,
The Monks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Al Stewart,
Animal Collective,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Excepter,
Sex Pistols,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Thee Headcoats,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Trumans Water,
Freddie Wadling,
The Five Americans,
Faraquet,
New Order,
Maleditus Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Erasure,
Hasil Adkins,
Jeff Mills,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.