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 Slovenia and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Moss Icon,
The Saints,
Juan Atkins,
Joyce Sims,
Eli Mardock,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bad Manners,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
These Immortal Souls,
Mark Hollis,
Flipper,
Nik Kershaw,
Bauhaus,
Pierre Henry,
Gang of Four,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultimate Spinach,
Peter & Gordon,
Colin Newman,
The Invisible,
Tomorrow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Peter and Kerry,
Minutemen,
The Happenings,
Soft Cell,
Gong,
Kerri Chandler,
Don Cherry,
Minny Pops,
H. Thieme,
The Selecter,
R.M.O.,
Crash Course in Science,
Yazoo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Womack,
Albert Ayler,
Gil Scott Heron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brick,
Nico,
Faraquet,
Cluster,
Das Ding,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cramps,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rakim,
Piero Umiliani,
Andrew Hill,
Guru Guru,
Organ,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sonic Youth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grauzone,
Danielle Patucci,
Excepter,
Jacob Miller,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.