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 Algeria and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
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 guitar 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 Sugar Minott to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Roxy Music,
The Vogues,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Subhumans,
Von Mondo,
Panda Bear,
In Retrospect,
Carl Craig,
Tom Boy,
Outsiders,
The Dead C,
Lou Christie,
Bush Tetras,
Deakin,
The Modern Lovers,
Brick,
La Düsseldorf,
Archie Shepp,
Q and Not U,
The Gun Club,
Slick Rick,
Q65,
Peter and Kerry,
Altered Images,
Minny Pops,
Deepchord,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fire Engines,
The Toasters,
Chrome,
Zero Boys,
Funky Four + One,
The Young Rascals,
OOIOO,
Marine Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Foxx,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wolf Eyes,
Alton Ellis,
Amazonics,
The Cure,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nas,
Fela Kuti,
Big Daddy Kane,
Junior Murvin,
Newcleus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
R.M.O.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Second Layer,
Radio Birdman,
The Angels of Light,
The Move,
Scrapy,
The Sonics,
Sonny Sharrock,
Warsaw,
Los Fastidios,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.