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 Russia and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 David Bowie 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 Ice-T to the electroclash 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Thee Headcoats,
Brass Construction,
Don Cherry,
Michelle Simonal,
The American Breed,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Graham Central Station,
Stereo Dub,
The Associates,
The Busters,
Fugazi,
Chris & Cosey,
Index,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tommy Roe,
Soul Sonic Force,
Neu!,
The United States of America,
Letta Mbulu,
Skaos,
Gichy Dan,
Popol Vuh,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cluster,
Black Moon,
Henry Cow,
Ultravox,
Eurythmics,
Severed Heads,
Minutemen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scion,
Theoretical Girls,
Technova,
The Pretty Things,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dead Boys,
Scan 7,
Gang Green,
ABBA,
DJ Sneak,
Dave Gahan,
MDC,
Easy Going,
Television,
Pole,
Circle Jerks,
The Leaves,
The Victims,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Guru Guru,
Sonic Youth,
Funkadelic,
Lucky Dragons,
Lalann,
Slick Rick,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Smiths,
Underground Resistance,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.