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 Angola and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Crispy Ambulance to the disco 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
The Divine Comedy,
Hardrive,
John Lydon,
John Coltrane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Supertramp,
Scion,
The Zeros,
David Axelrod,
Albert Ayler,
Ronan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Organ,
Funky Four + One,
H. Thieme,
Pole,
Smog,
Mad Mike,
Kerrie Biddell,
Patti Smith,
Harpers Bizarre,
Unwound,
In Retrospect,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kayak,
the Normal,
Faraquet,
Alton Ellis,
The Golliwogs,
Hoover,
The Durutti Column,
Tommy Roe,
The Fuzztones,
Bizarre Inc.,
Andrew Hill,
Ossler,
Schoolly D,
FM Einheit,
Jacob Miller,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tres Demented,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rakim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deadbeat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Desert Stars,
Jerry's Kids,
Alice Coltrane,
Darondo,
Echospace,
The Tremeloes,
the Slits,
KRS-One,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cameo,
Black Flag,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.