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 Kosovo and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the punk 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Section 25,
Henry Cow,
Nico,
DJ Style,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Residents,
Stockholm Monsters,
Andrew Hill,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tomorrow,
The Doors,
the Soft Cell,
John Lydon,
Stiv Bators,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kool Moe Dee,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Chris Corsano,
Mars,
MC5,
Freddie Wadling,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soul II Soul,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dorothy Ashby,
Matthew Halsall,
Kaleidoscope,
These Immortal Souls,
Siglo XX,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
EPMD,
Bobby Womack,
Agitation Free,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Count Five,
John Coltrane,
Interpol,
Negative Approach,
Amazonics,
Ludus,
Moss Icon,
the Slits,
China Crisis,
The Remains,
The Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crash Course in Science,
Swans,
Dennis Brown,
Lungfish,
Rosa Yemen,
JFA,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Youth Brigade,
The Saints,
Eric Copeland,
Little Man,
X-Ray Spex,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
A Flock of Seagulls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.