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 Malawi and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Niagra to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Modern Lovers,
the Association,
Das Ding,
Judy Mowatt,
Tears for Fears,
Moss Icon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wolf Eyes,
Joe Smooth,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Sonics,
The Zeros,
Anakelly,
Donny Hathaway,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wasted Youth,
Joey Negro,
The Sound,
MC5,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mad Mike,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
MDC,
Half Japanese,
Tropical Tobacco,
Main Source,
LL Cool J,
Schoolly D,
Angry Samoans,
R.M.O.,
Chrome,
Gong,
Lalann,
The United States of America,
Buzzcocks,
Wire,
The Saints,
Erasure,
Cymande,
Pulsallama,
Masters at Work,
Fad Gadget,
Sun City Girls,
Tom Boy,
The Gap Band,
The Fuzztones,
Metal Thangz,
Gang of Four,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yellowson,
DJ Sneak,
Depeche Mode,
Terry Callier,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Birthday Party,
FM Einheit,
Y Pants,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ronan,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.