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 Kuwait and from Johannesburg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pole to the dance 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Public Enemy,
Nick Fraelich,
Camouflage,
Fluxion,
New York Dolls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Golliwogs,
The Victims,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Malaria!,
Dead Boys,
Massinfluence,
Warsaw,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minny Pops,
Tears for Fears,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alison Limerick,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fugs,
Unrelated Segments,
Pole,
Bizarre Inc.,
Clear Light,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ponytail,
The Zeros,
The Doobie Brothers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grauzone,
Hardrive,
The Count Five,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Misunderstood,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Slits,
Stockholm Monsters,
Harry Pussy,
48th St. Collective,
Arthur Verocai,
The Techniques,
Boredoms,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minor Threat,
Don Cherry,
The Blackbyrds,
Avey Tare,
L. Decosne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Average White Band,
Ludus,
H. Thieme,
Todd Rundgren,
The Mojo Men,
Jimmy McGriff,
Iggy Pop,
Toni Rubio,
Blake Baxter,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.