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 Nigeria and from Bremen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Captain Beefheart 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 ABC to the rap 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Hasil Adkins,
John Holt,
Soulsonic Force,
The Angels of Light,
Suicide,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rapeman,
Reuben Wilson,
Thompson Twins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Visage,
Eddi Front,
Grauzone,
Kurtis Blow,
Tubeway Army,
Max Romeo,
Howard Jones,
Make Up,
Alphaville,
The Busters,
Avey Tare,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Slits,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Reed,
Theoretical Girls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Khruangbin,
Godley & Creme,
Quadrant,
Roy Ayers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gichy Dan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Funkadelic,
MDC,
Barclay James Harvest,
R.M.O.,
Gang Starr,
Skriet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Accadde A,
The American Breed,
Circle Jerks,
Pantaleimon,
Bush Tetras,
Parry Music,
The Cowsills,
Negative Approach,
Tomorrow,
Gabor Szabo,
Cybotron,
Reagan Youth,
Jacques Brel,
The Birthday Party,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Blackbyrds,
Davy DMX,
Rakim,
Ultra Naté,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.