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 Congo and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Visage,
The Zeros,
Franke,
The Names,
Outsiders,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soul Sonic Force,
Q65,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Morten Harket,
Moebius,
Saccharine Trust,
Hashim,
Man Parrish,
Gichy Dan,
Crooked Eye,
Erasure,
Ohio Players,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sun City Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Graham Central Station,
Joey Negro,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Bananas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lungfish,
Todd Rundgren,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Janne Schatter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wolf Eyes,
The Slackers,
The Fuzztones,
Scrapy,
FM Einheit,
DJ Style,
Anakelly,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
New Age Steppers,
JFA,
Althea and Donna,
Silicon Teens,
Fat Boys,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Womack,
The Young Rascals,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Guru Guru,
Minny Pops,
China Crisis,
The Motions,
Easy Going,
Loose Ends,
Judy Mowatt,
David Axelrod,
The Toasters,
Al Stewart,
ABC,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.