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 Australia and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Donald Fagen 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 Zeros to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joe Finger,
Mary Jane Girls,
Slave,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Blake Baxter,
Laurel Aitken,
The Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Holt,
Sam Rivers,
Blancmange,
Reuben Wilson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Chris & Cosey,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Terry Callier,
The Busters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Mojo Men,
Brothers Johnson,
Shuggie Otis,
Freddie Wadling,
Main Source,
Joe Smooth,
Chris Corsano,
The Fuzztones,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marine Girls,
Wasted Youth,
The Index,
Wire,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cowsills,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Robert Hood,
Tom Boy,
Spoonie Gee,
10cc,
Liliput,
D'Angelo,
Whodini,
Bronski Beat,
Circle Jerks,
The Grass Roots,
The Victims,
the Human League,
Sarah Menescal,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jawbox,
The Move,
Johnny Osbourne,
H. Thieme,
OOIOO,
LL Cool J,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Babytalk,
The Cramps,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.