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 Colombia and from Lille.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet 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 June Days to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Alton Ellis,
The Invisible,
Sun City Girls,
The Blues Magoos,
Intrusion,
Stockholm Monsters,
Judy Mowatt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soulsonic Force,
Tubeway Army,
Gregory Isaacs,
Drexciya,
Bobby Sherman,
Sister Nancy,
Con Funk Shun,
Mandrill,
Sandy B,
The Angels of Light,
PIL,
Mission of Burma,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Byrd,
The Remains,
Marmalade,
The Smiths,
Flash Fearless,
48th St. Collective,
New York Dolls,
Nirvana,
the Normal,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bill Wells,
Excepter,
The Doors,
ABC,
Roy Ayers,
Jerry's Kids,
Chrome,
Ultra Naté,
Juan Atkins,
Magazine,
Deepchord,
Roxy Music,
DJ Sneak,
Joe Finger,
Ten City,
Kas Product,
Trumans Water,
DJ Style,
Robert Görl,
The Real Kids,
Niagra,
the Swans,
Susan Cadogan,
Minutemen,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Pus,
Neil Young,
cv313,
Neu!,
Slave,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.