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 New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
These Immortal Souls,
Radiohead,
The Monks,
Organ,
Infiniti,
Qualms,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Monochrome Set,
Man Eating Sloth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Oblivians,
Drive Like Jehu,
Drexciya,
Arcadia,
Joey Negro,
Malaria!,
The Raincoats,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Loose Ends,
New Order,
Faraquet,
Thompson Twins,
Janne Schatter,
Stiv Bators,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fortunes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soul II Soul,
Gabor Szabo,
Joy Division,
The Wake,
The Gories,
Minny Pops,
Peter and Kerry,
Wasted Youth,
Franke,
Visage,
Young Marble Giants,
Jandek,
Robert Wyatt,
The Alarm Clocks,
Reagan Youth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Sonics,
Deadbeat,
Kool Moe Dee,
Supertramp,
The Cramps,
Model 500,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
In Retrospect,
Mandrill,
The J.B.'s,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alice Coltrane,
The Searchers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.