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 Ethiopia and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 David Bowie 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 Rufus Thomas to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mark Hollis,
The Stooges,
Tim Buckley,
The Monochrome Set,
Grey Daturas,
F. McDonald,
In Retrospect,
The Smoke,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Magazine,
Newcleus,
Whodini,
Clear Light,
Henry Cow,
Monolake,
Thompson Twins,
Theoretical Girls,
Subhumans,
Wolf Eyes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lower 48,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Von Mondo,
Altered Images,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Vladislav Delay,
Dead Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yazoo,
T. Rex,
Quantec,
the Swans,
The Human League,
Soul II Soul,
Simply Red,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Juan Atkins,
Glenn Branca,
Rites of Spring,
Ten City,
Man Parrish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sam Rivers,
The Golliwogs,
Michelle Simonal,
Bad Manners,
Barbara Tucker,
Outsiders,
Symarip,
Lindisfarne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Harmonia,
Traffic Nightmare,
Laurel Aitken,
Vainqueur,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wally Richardson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.