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 Senegal and from Glasgow.
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 Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Happenings to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Japan,
Neil Young,
Sarah Menescal,
China Crisis,
the Swans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Blues Magoos,
Pantaleimon,
The Happenings,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Star Department,
The Motions,
Eric Dolphy,
Robert Görl,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Peter and Kerry,
Unrelated Segments,
Q65,
Chris & Cosey,
Barrington Levy,
Pierre Henry,
Cameo,
Eddi Front,
The Gladiators,
Trumans Water,
Bang On A Can,
Tomorrow,
Heaven 17,
the Sonics,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Davy DMX,
Suicide,
the Bar-Kays,
Sparks,
Archie Shepp,
Minny Pops,
Kaleidoscope,
The Count Five,
Vladislav Delay,
Anakelly,
The Selecter,
Ludus,
Brand Nubian,
Max Romeo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Matthew Bourne,
Darondo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Byrd,
The Index,
The Music Machine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deadbeat,
D'Angelo,
Das Ding,
Crooked Eye,
Minutemen,
Blancmange,
Stereo Dub,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.