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 South Sudan and from Accra.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a rhodes and a synthesizer 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 linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
The Zeros,
Fugazi,
The Beau Brummels,
A Certain Ratio,
June of 44,
Babytalk,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Young Rascals,
Cluster,
Youth Brigade,
Liliput,
The Modern Lovers,
The Star Department,
Bang On A Can,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sugar Minott,
Archie Shepp,
Sam Rivers,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Misunderstood,
One Last Wish,
Excepter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lakeside,
Hashim,
Alison Limerick,
Moby Grape,
cv313,
Terry Callier,
Tom Boy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Susan Cadogan,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Bar-Kays,
Godley & Creme,
Mars,
Sun Ra,
Moebius,
Tres Demented,
Gichy Dan,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Sherman,
Sarah Menescal,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Electric Prunes,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Buckinghams,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Christie,
The Red Krayola,
New York Dolls,
The Seeds,
Mad Mike,
Man Parrish,
Half Japanese,
Mission of Burma,
Outsiders,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.