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 Haiti and from Sao Paulo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
the Human League,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
KRS-One,
Ultra Naté,
cv313,
Lalann,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pagans,
The Young Rascals,
The Neon Judgement,
Jandek,
Ponytail,
Man Eating Sloth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Pretty Things,
Monks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gun Club,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
T. Rex,
Young Marble Giants,
Bizarre Inc.,
Y Pants,
The Shadows of Knight,
Althea and Donna,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Beau Brummels,
Jawbox,
Grey Daturas,
Swell Maps,
Byron Stingily,
The Monochrome Set,
Nick Fraelich,
Section 25,
the Normal,
Shuggie Otis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rotary Connection,
Au Pairs,
The Toasters,
Interpol,
Cheater Slicks,
Dawn Penn,
Barclay James Harvest,
Johnny Clarke,
Guru Guru,
Youth Brigade,
Glambeats Corp.,
Depeche Mode,
T.S.O.L.,
Chris Corsano,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mark Hollis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scratch Acid,
CMW,
Flipper,
Animal Collective,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sun City Girls,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.