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 Nepal and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin 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 Agent Orange to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Sandy B,
Hot Snakes,
K-Klass,
Royal Trux,
48th St. Collective,
Dark Day,
New Age Steppers,
Pylon,
Robert Wyatt,
Buzzcocks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
These Immortal Souls,
Bang On A Can,
Prince Buster,
Sällskapet,
Terry Callier,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
June of 44,
Amon Düül II,
The Index,
The Wake,
Arcadia,
Procol Harum,
Johnny Clarke,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camberwell Now,
The Mojo Men,
Blossom Toes,
Bootsy Collins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Quadrant,
Flipper,
Lindisfarne,
Nils Olav,
Vainqueur,
Dawn Penn,
Moss Icon,
Tubeway Army,
Skaos,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Swans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mars,
Parry Music,
Colin Newman,
The Dead C,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Litter,
EPMD,
Cheater Slicks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Neon Judgement,
Kerri Chandler,
Negative Approach,
The Pop Group,
Zero Boys,
Smog,
MDC,
DNA,
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You don't know what you really want.
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.