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 Mozambique and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Todd Terry to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Desert Stars,
48th St. Collective,
Cybotron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fuzztones,
Toni Rubio,
John Cale,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ice-T,
Sonic Youth,
Swell Maps,
Jawbox,
Lower 48,
Freddie Wadling,
Roxy Music,
Bang On A Can,
Crime,
Patti Smith,
The Sonics,
Alphaville,
Robert Görl,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bluetip,
the Association,
Make Up,
Cluster,
DJ Sneak,
Curtis Mayfield,
Isaac Hayes,
Sex Pistols,
Peter and Kerry,
Buzzcocks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sun Ra,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Womack,
Clear Light,
Scan 7,
Harmonia,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Juan Atkins,
Whodini,
Judy Mowatt,
Archie Shepp,
kango's stein massive,
Roger Hodgson,
Glambeats Corp.,
The New Christs,
Model 500,
Siglo XX,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Radio Birdman,
Peter & Gordon,
Pierre Henry,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Sheep,
The Durutti Column,
The Mojo Men,
Marmalade,
Charles Mingus,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.