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 Turkmenistan 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Moleskins to the grunge 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
The Index,
The Slits,
Minutemen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Erykah Badu,
Circle Jerks,
World's Most,
Peter and Kerry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lakeside,
Ohio Players,
Khruangbin,
David Bowie,
Pere Ubu,
Trumans Water,
Warsaw,
Archie Shepp,
Tubeway Army,
Babytalk,
Harry Pussy,
Pierre Henry,
Nick Fraelich,
Unwound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Letta Mbulu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Grass Roots,
Sound Behaviour,
Big Daddy Kane,
Negative Approach,
The Zeros,
Henry Cow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Simply Red,
The Toasters,
R.M.O.,
Toni Rubio,
Malaria!,
Los Fastidios,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Amon Düül II,
JFA,
Joe Smooth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gories,
Eli Mardock,
Cecil Taylor,
Yaz,
The Kinks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Y Pants,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.