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 Argentina and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Infiniti to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultimate Spinach,
Basic Channel,
David Bowie,
Throbbing Gristle,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Delta 5,
the Fania All-Stars,
Newcleus,
Lungfish,
Moby Grape,
Country Teasers,
Scion,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Buzzcocks,
Tubeway Army,
Animal Collective,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Moody Blues,
Morten Harket,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Suicide,
Fluxion,
Sexual Harrassment,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Idris Muhammad,
In Retrospect,
Q65,
Harry Pussy,
the Bar-Kays,
Crooked Eye,
Isaac Hayes,
Avey Tare,
Marshall Jefferson,
New York Dolls,
Panda Bear,
Charles Mingus,
The Trojans,
World's Most,
FM Einheit,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Donny Hathaway,
The Standells,
Byron Stingily,
Reuben Wilson,
Matthew Halsall,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ken Boothe,
James White and The Blacks,
Mars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Royal Trux,
Cecil Taylor,
Bob Dylan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Interpol,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.