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 Afghanistan and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Zeros to the electroclash 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
ABBA,
Organ,
Sandy B,
EPMD,
Sun Ra,
Shuggie Otis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
PIL,
Magazine,
Skaos,
Pagans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
F. McDonald,
Banda Bassotti,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Electric Prunes,
Amazonics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kurtis Blow,
Urselle,
Pulsallama,
Bill Near,
The Dirtbombs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dark Day,
Sällskapet,
The Smoke,
Echospace,
Marvin Gaye,
Terrestrial Tones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Martian,
Angry Samoans,
Slave,
LL Cool J,
Maleditus Sound,
Neu!,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Delon & Dalcan,
World's Most,
Fluxion,
L. Decosne,
Janne Schatter,
Eli Mardock,
Rod Modell,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Five Americans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Nik Kershaw,
H. Thieme,
The Red Krayola,
Cameo,
Cheater Slicks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fatback Band,
Royal Trux,
48th St. Collective,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.