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 Saudi Arabia and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ 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 Bobby Womack to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Neon Judgement,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gap Band,
48th St. Collective,
R.M.O.,
This Heat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Unwound,
Eric Copeland,
The Remains,
June Days,
Rosa Yemen,
The Trojans,
Scientists,
the Association,
Fluxion,
The Residents,
the Human League,
DNA,
the Bar-Kays,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang of Four,
Derrick Morgan,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Slackers,
Procol Harum,
Khruangbin,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Grass Roots,
Zero Boys,
L. Decosne,
Fat Boys,
Joe Finger,
Charles Mingus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang Starr,
Thompson Twins,
The Stooges,
Scion,
Piero Umiliani,
Swans,
Brick,
the Normal,
the Slits,
Jeff Mills,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Theoretical Girls,
Minor Threat,
Au Pairs,
Matthew Halsall,
Harpers Bizarre,
Chris & Cosey,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Bananas,
Connie Case,
Agent Orange,
Crime,
Groovy Waters,
Rod Modell,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.