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 Palau and from Bologna.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Barrington Levy,
The Wake,
Ultimate Spinach,
Supertramp,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deakin,
Theoretical Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lucky Dragons,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Trojans,
Al Stewart,
The Moleskins,
Wolf Eyes,
Y Pants,
Barbara Tucker,
Hot Snakes,
John Holt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Sheep,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Althea and Donna,
Das Ding,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang of Four,
Chrome,
Nas,
Sex Pistols,
Todd Rundgren,
Brand Nubian,
Ultravox,
Derrick Morgan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Flash Fearless,
The Sonics,
Average White Band,
Easy Going,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Quantec,
Carl Craig,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Amon Düül,
The Durutti Column,
Ten City,
Livin' Joy,
Minor Threat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Remains,
Shoche,
Dual Sessions,
X-101,
Maurizio,
Cecil Taylor,
Piero Umiliani,
Faust,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nirvana,
AZ,
Porter Ricks,
Bronski Beat,
H. Thieme,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.