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 Azerbaijan and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes 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 DJ Sneak to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
The Knickerbockers,
UT,
These Immortal Souls,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Slits,
Freddie Wadling,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eve St. Jones,
Kurtis Blow,
Joe Finger,
The Blues Magoos,
Derrick May,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rekid,
Buzzcocks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Darondo,
Connie Case,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Associates,
Moss Icon,
Vainqueur,
The Remains,
Unrelated Segments,
Swell Maps,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bush Tetras,
Ohio Players,
Surgeon,
Tim Buckley,
The Alarm Clocks,
Banda Bassotti,
Graham Central Station,
Gichy Dan,
Outsiders,
Colin Newman,
Kayak,
Robert Hood,
Magma,
Crash Course in Science,
The Star Department,
Rhythm & Sound,
Arcadia,
Bad Manners,
Fat Boys,
Carl Craig,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brand Nubian,
Massinfluence,
Marvin Gaye,
Hasil Adkins,
Can,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alton Ellis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Iggy Pop,
Groovy Waters,
The Monks,
Cheater Slicks,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.