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 Cyprus 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 the Sonics to the punk 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
The Count Five,
Crash Course in Science,
The Selecter,
Danielle Patucci,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Matthew Halsall,
Rotary Connection,
Kas Product,
The Motions,
Radio Birdman,
Television Personalities,
Khruangbin,
Sandy B,
Ronan,
Marvin Gaye,
Fugazi,
Zero Boys,
Altered Images,
E-Dancer,
Smog,
Lungfish,
Jerry's Kids,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tubeway Army,
Michelle Simonal,
The Moody Blues,
Tim Buckley,
Marc Almond,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Don Cherry,
Donny Hathaway,
The Golliwogs,
Pylon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Patti Smith,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minor Threat,
Brass Construction,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Make Up,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eric Copeland,
Black Moon,
Cybotron,
Jandek,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marmalade,
Camouflage,
Albert Ayler,
Camberwell Now,
Charles Mingus,
Ludus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Residents,
The Flesh Eaters,
Connie Case,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.