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 Tonga and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord 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 Ohio Players to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Barrington Levy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Whodini,
Chrome,
Lou Reed,
Pulsallama,
Sam Rivers,
Masters at Work,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Monks,
Organ,
The Star Department,
Minny Pops,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Accadde A,
Sugar Minott,
Thee Headcoats,
Althea and Donna,
The Selecter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crispian St. Peters,
Royal Trux,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Blake Baxter,
ABC,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rotary Connection,
Graham Central Station,
Todd Rundgren,
The Skatalites,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Connie Case,
June Days,
Grey Daturas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Techniques,
Marvin Gaye,
Tomorrow,
Moss Icon,
Roger Hodgson,
Liliput,
Tim Buckley,
Man Parrish,
The Evens,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
David Axelrod,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gap Band,
The Names,
Chris Corsano,
the Slits,
Eve St. Jones,
Minnie Riperton,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Oblivians,
Arthur Verocai,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.