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 Venezuela and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Moleskins to the techno 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Sarah Menescal,
Kaleidoscope,
The Offenders,
Essential Logic,
Cybotron,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rekid,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Remains,
The Tremeloes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Laurel Aitken,
The United States of America,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eve St. Jones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lalo Schifrin,
Arthur Verocai,
Eric Copeland,
The Misunderstood,
Dead Boys,
Pulsallama,
Massinfluence,
Faraquet,
PIL,
Half Japanese,
The Gladiators,
R.M.O.,
Robert Wyatt,
Pagans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Magma,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mandrill,
Japan,
A Certain Ratio,
Ultravox,
Popol Vuh,
X-101,
This Heat,
Franke,
D'Angelo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
T. Rex,
Urselle,
Inner City,
The Grass Roots,
Henry Cow,
The American Breed,
ABBA,
Piero Umiliani,
Zapp,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Shuggie Otis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.