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 Guinea-Bissau and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Brass Construction to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Intrusion,
Jeru the Damaja,
Peter and Kerry,
Tres Demented,
Chrome,
Slick Rick,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Thee Headcoats,
Eli Mardock,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Main Source,
Lou Reed,
Ronnie Foster,
The Doors,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Judy Mowatt,
AZ,
Lakeside,
Prince Buster,
The Barracudas,
Duran Duran,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Martian,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bill Wells,
The Busters,
Newcleus,
The Gories,
Donald Byrd,
Yusef Lateef,
Joy Division,
Magma,
Girls At Our Best!,
The American Breed,
Blancmange,
Outsiders,
The Doobie Brothers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Leaves,
Bootsy Collins,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Tremeloes,
Pussy Galore,
Public Image Ltd.,
Circle Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deakin,
David Axelrod,
Gang of Four,
Japan,
Gabor Szabo,
Loose Ends,
Underground Resistance,
Moebius,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.