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 Guatemala and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes 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 The Martian to the dance 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Amon Düül,
Public Enemy,
Crispy Ambulance,
CMW,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cowsills,
The United States of America,
Amazonics,
The Saints,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Names,
Yazoo,
Matthew Halsall,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wire,
Derrick May,
Glenn Branca,
the Association,
Throbbing Gristle,
Boredoms,
Echospace,
Letta Mbulu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Coltrane,
Dawn Penn,
Pantytec,
Oblivians,
Funky Four + One,
The Misunderstood,
Thee Headcoats,
Popol Vuh,
Toni Rubio,
Stockholm Monsters,
Minny Pops,
In Retrospect,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rekid,
Nick Fraelich,
The Beau Brummels,
The Invisible,
Pere Ubu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Mojo Men,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fifty Foot Hose,
New York Dolls,
Althea and Donna,
Aural Exciters,
Pantaleimon,
Khruangbin,
MDC,
Lungfish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deadbeat,
The Detroit Cobras,
Von Mondo,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.