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 Antigua and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar 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 Michelle Simonal to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Bush Tetras,
The Dirtbombs,
Rotary Connection,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Excepter,
the Soft Cell,
ABBA,
Rekid,
Animal Collective,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Davy DMX,
Aural Exciters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Slick Rick,
Flash Fearless,
Wire,
The Invisible,
Heaven 17,
Freddie Wadling,
Darondo,
the Slits,
Hot Snakes,
Franke,
Maurizio,
Joy Division,
Yazoo,
Jandek,
The Names,
Fugazi,
Flipper,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jacob Miller,
This Heat,
Aswad,
Sister Nancy,
The Associates,
The Black Dice,
T. Rex,
Erykah Badu,
Gichy Dan,
Arab on Radar,
Magazine,
MDC,
Bootsy Collins,
Leonard Cohen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
June Days,
Nils Olav,
R.M.O.,
Bill Near,
Index,
Radiohead,
Panda Bear,
Suburban Knight,
The Seeds,
Ossler,
Eurythmics,
Aaron Thompson,
Lyres,
Tommy Roe,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.