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 Japan and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Michael McDonald 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 Suburban Knight to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Franke,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wasted Youth,
The Index,
Khruangbin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Derrick Morgan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Womack,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pylon,
The Seeds,
Reuben Wilson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tom Boy,
Sam Rivers,
Joe Smooth,
The Vogues,
Sarah Menescal,
Agitation Free,
This Heat,
Don Cherry,
the Bar-Kays,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Blues Magoos,
John Coltrane,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cluster,
Babytalk,
Freddie Wadling,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gong,
Dark Day,
The American Breed,
Mark Hollis,
Soft Machine,
Robert Hood,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ice-T,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Laurel Aitken,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hoover,
Main Source,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Darondo,
Peter & Gordon,
Jacques Brel,
Todd Rundgren,
Moby Grape,
Minutemen,
Ohio Players,
The Last Poets,
Michelle Simonal,
The Standells,
Royal Trux,
Bluetip,
Rakim,
The Fire Engines,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.