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 Guinea and from Lyon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar 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 Gories to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Ten City,
The Names,
Fela Kuti,
Junior Murvin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grauzone,
Lou Reed,
Peter & Gordon,
Alphaville,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Victims,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joy Division,
PIL,
T. Rex,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Royal Trux,
Yazoo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Warren Ellis,
Nico,
Cal Tjader,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Dirtbombs,
Nick Fraelich,
Wasted Youth,
Rapeman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pagans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Blancmange,
David Bowie,
The Standells,
John Holt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mo-Dettes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Colin Newman,
Wire,
Curtis Mayfield,
OOIOO,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Inner City,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joyce Sims,
EPMD,
Gang Starr,
Saccharine Trust,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Boogie Down Productions,
Agent Orange,
Can,
The Wake,
Warsaw,
Chrome,
Suburban Knight,
Surgeon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.