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 Malaysia and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tropical Tobacco to the electroclash 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Drive Like Jehu,
Franke,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gong,
Country Teasers,
Rod Modell,
The Trojans,
Bang On A Can,
The United States of America,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Wake,
Siglo XX,
David Axelrod,
Grauzone,
Tom Boy,
kango's stein massive,
David McCallum,
Ice-T,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pet Shop Boys,
Adolescents,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Golliwogs,
Donny Hathaway,
FM Einheit,
Scion,
Dual Sessions,
Black Moon,
Bill Near,
The Toasters,
Zero Boys,
cv313,
LL Cool J,
Boredoms,
Barry Ungar,
Oblivians,
Crash Course in Science,
The Grass Roots,
U.S. Maple,
Wasted Youth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bootsy Collins,
Lucky Dragons,
Average White Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Modern Lovers,
Symarip,
Absolute Body Control,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bush Tetras,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sun City Girls,
Thompson Twins,
48th St. Collective,
Monks,
Sex Pistols,
The Fortunes,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.