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 Laos and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe 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 The Misunderstood to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
The Mummies,
Severed Heads,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Boz Scaggs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alice Coltrane,
Fela Kuti,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Don Cherry,
Quadrant,
The Gap Band,
Lungfish,
Reuben Wilson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Talk Talk,
Kerrie Biddell,
These Immortal Souls,
Underground Resistance,
Kaleidoscope,
Livin' Joy,
Crooked Eye,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Remains,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Absolute Body Control,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dead Boys,
Radio Birdman,
Archie Shepp,
the Slits,
Bad Manners,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Zero Boys,
Morten Harket,
Jacques Brel,
Derrick May,
Angry Samoans,
Agitation Free,
Nirvana,
Trumans Water,
Blossom Toes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sparks,
Simply Red,
Robert Hood,
Jeru the Damaja,
Q65,
Roxy Music,
Mission of Burma,
Panda Bear,
Pere Ubu,
U.S. Maple,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Index,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.