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 Latvia and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wolf Eyes to the grime 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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 Names,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lungfish,
Slave,
Crime,
JFA,
James White and The Blacks,
Wolf Eyes,
Rotary Connection,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roger Hodgson,
Angry Samoans,
The Gladiators,
David Axelrod,
Tom Boy,
Patti Smith,
World's Most,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Suburban Knight,
Panda Bear,
Gabor Szabo,
Avey Tare,
Albert Ayler,
The Standells,
the Germs,
Liliput,
Roy Ayers,
AZ,
Soft Machine,
Rekid,
ABBA,
Sun City Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alison Limerick,
Camberwell Now,
CMW,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nik Kershaw,
Amon Düül II,
10cc,
Throbbing Gristle,
Max Romeo,
Agitation Free,
John Cale,
Crooked Eye,
The Trojans,
Duran Duran,
David Bowie,
Swell Maps,
Glenn Branca,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eric Copeland,
The Knickerbockers,
Trumans Water,
Fat Boys,
Joey Negro,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Music Machine,
Nick Fraelich,
Silicon Teens,
The Birthday Party,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.