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 Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Iggy Pop to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Hardrive,
Skaos,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aloha Tigers,
Japan,
The Count Five,
Erasure,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Real Kids,
Massinfluence,
Peter & Gordon,
CMW,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Goldenarms,
Loose Ends,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Von Mondo,
The Mummies,
Brass Construction,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Silicon Teens,
Rapeman,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultravox,
Infiniti,
Yaz,
Siglo XX,
Lakeside,
Man Parrish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Iggy Pop,
Rakim,
Deadbeat,
The Five Americans,
Q and Not U,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joe Smooth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Sonics,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soulsonic Force,
Jeff Lynne,
Nik Kershaw,
Davy DMX,
Minutemen,
Funkadelic,
Reuben Wilson,
Sugar Minott,
Gang of Four,
Mr. Review,
Chris & Cosey,
Inner City,
Anthony Braxton,
Yellowson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Moebius,
The Knickerbockers,
Oblivians,
The Last Poets,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.