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 Nauru 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Roxy Music to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pet Shop Boys,
Smog,
Au Pairs,
Fugazi,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tim Buckley,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bad Manners,
Qualms,
Bobby Byrd,
Amazonics,
Television Personalities,
Average White Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Y Pants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
June Days,
Moby Grape,
Pierre Henry,
Livin' Joy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Slick Rick,
Surgeon,
New Age Steppers,
Hot Snakes,
Ronan,
Bill Near,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yazoo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Excepter,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ronnie Foster,
Magazine,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fuzztones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
ABC,
Isaac Hayes,
Khruangbin,
The Motions,
the Human League,
Quantec,
Swell Maps,
Deepchord,
Don Cherry,
Skaos,
The Gap Band,
Electric Prunes,
Rotary Connection,
Kerri Chandler,
Sam Rivers,
The Offenders,
Barrington Levy,
The Moleskins,
The Victims,
The Pretty Things,
The Stooges,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.