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 Cambodia and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin 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 Arab on Radar to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gap Band,
In Retrospect,
Swans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sex Pistols,
Peter & Gordon,
Deakin,
The Dead C,
Sandy B,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ornette Coleman,
Pet Shop Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
Fatback Band,
AZ,
Silicon Teens,
The Fugs,
Rakim,
Gastr Del Sol,
Thompson Twins,
Saccharine Trust,
UT,
One Last Wish,
The Smiths,
The Velvet Underground,
Erasure,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stetsasonic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Howard Jones,
Niagra,
Panda Bear,
Model 500,
JFA,
Sonic Youth,
Carl Craig,
Juan Atkins,
Make Up,
The Dirtbombs,
The Evens,
Janne Schatter,
Terry Callier,
The Stooges,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nico,
Urselle,
Ultimate Spinach,
Skriet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Red Krayola,
Eric Dolphy,
Y Pants,
Flamin' Groovies,
Outsiders,
Reuben Wilson,
Sparks,
Inner City,
Peter and Kerry,
Negative Approach,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Barracudas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.