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 Malawi and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro 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 Dawn Penn to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Skriet,
Neil Young,
Eve St. Jones,
Hoover,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tres Demented,
Rufus Thomas,
Stetsasonic,
Von Mondo,
Chrome,
Skarface,
Yusef Lateef,
Mr. Review,
the Soft Cell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Franke,
Reuben Wilson,
Todd Terry,
Agent Orange,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Boredoms,
Sound Behaviour,
Altered Images,
Spandau Ballet,
Scott Walker,
Lucky Dragons,
Heaven 17,
Erykah Badu,
Albert Ayler,
Cluster,
Dead Boys,
The Young Rascals,
Grauzone,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlback,
Donny Hathaway,
Alison Limerick,
Faust,
Animal Collective,
The Tremeloes,
Matthew Halsall,
Essential Logic,
Sparks,
The Mojo Men,
Bad Manners,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sällskapet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pylon,
Brass Construction,
The Smiths,
Bluetip,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marcia Griffiths,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.