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 Vietnam and from Hong Kong.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer 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 Anakelly to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
The Durutti Column,
Average White Band,
Organ,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Suburban Knight,
Index,
Television Personalities,
Model 500,
Anthony Braxton,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Litter,
Prince Buster,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Whodini,
The Associates,
Thompson Twins,
Tres Demented,
Mo-Dettes,
Wings,
Tommy Roe,
The Gun Club,
Crooked Eye,
Johnny Clarke,
Swell Maps,
The Standells,
Faraquet,
Pussy Galore,
Archie Shepp,
Arcadia,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joe Finger,
Al Stewart,
Rapeman,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camouflage,
Main Source,
The Black Dice,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soft Machine,
Sixth Finger,
Japan,
the Sonics,
Barry Ungar,
Clear Light,
Roxy Music,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Young Rascals,
Jeff Lynne,
The Searchers,
T. Rex,
Panda Bear,
Lungfish,
Amazonics,
Drive Like Jehu,
Maurizio,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.