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 Kenya 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Holger Czukay 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 Nirvana to the electroclash 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
R.M.O.,
June of 44,
Angry Samoans,
Brothers Johnson,
Skarface,
Stockholm Monsters,
Thee Headcoats,
Isaac Hayes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Swell Maps,
The Cramps,
Radiohead,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gap Band,
Connie Case,
Trumans Water,
Tommy Roe,
the Association,
Rufus Thomas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Smoke,
Man Parrish,
Sonic Youth,
Sex Pistols,
Drexciya,
Pierre Henry,
Scientists,
Hasil Adkins,
Soul II Soul,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sun Ra,
Roxette,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Excepter,
Brick,
Faraquet,
Delta 5,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Buckinghams,
The Blackbyrds,
Joey Negro,
Funkadelic,
Amon Düül,
Rapeman,
Sight & Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Metal Thangz,
Television,
Young Marble Giants,
Zero Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
Boredoms,
Erykah Badu,
Dark Day,
CMW,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
New Order,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.