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 Ukraine and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 Kas Product to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
E-Dancer,
Lightning Bolt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Happenings,
T. Rex,
New Order,
Iggy Pop,
Nick Fraelich,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Sound,
Lou Christie,
Jacob Miller,
Arthur Verocai,
Los Fastidios,
Black Sheep,
Panda Bear,
Tim Buckley,
Bill Near,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Wake,
Funkadelic,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cramps,
Michelle Simonal,
Talk Talk,
Massinfluence,
Leonard Cohen,
The Slits,
Jeff Mills,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Coltrane,
Boz Scaggs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bluetip,
New York Dolls,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gories,
The Techniques,
Joe Finger,
Andrew Hill,
Absolute Body Control,
Easy Going,
the Association,
Marshall Jefferson,
Vladislav Delay,
June of 44,
Metal Thangz,
Delta 5,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pylon,
Todd Terry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Desert Stars,
Agent Orange,
Roger Hodgson,
Skriet,
Banda Bassotti,
Max Romeo,
Minnie Riperton,
The Standells,
The Remains,
Lungfish,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.