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 Brazil and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 The Selecter to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Mark Hollis,
Arcadia,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Mummies,
DJ Style,
Sex Pistols,
Country Teasers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Trumans Water,
Kerri Chandler,
The Buckinghams,
Livin' Joy,
Lungfish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
La Düsseldorf,
Todd Rundgren,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soul II Soul,
Sun Ra,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Gladiators,
Danielle Patucci,
Marvin Gaye,
the Bar-Kays,
Whodini,
World's Most,
Circle Jerks,
Swans,
Marc Almond,
The Red Krayola,
Interpol,
The Grass Roots,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Animal Collective,
Kenny Larkin,
Ken Boothe,
Barrington Levy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aaron Thompson,
ABBA,
The Happenings,
Anthony Braxton,
Heaven 17,
Warren Ellis,
The Tremeloes,
Siglo XX,
Lucky Dragons,
Pulsallama,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Chrome,
Sam Rivers,
Q65,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Moon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.