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 Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin 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 Five Americans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Swell Maps,
Eric Dolphy,
Don Cherry,
Grandmaster Flash,
Anthony Braxton,
Unrelated Segments,
Easy Going,
Sonic Youth,
Michelle Simonal,
The Offenders,
Ice-T,
The Gap Band,
Jandek,
The Trojans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Coltrane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Carl Craig,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
This Heat,
La Düsseldorf,
Nico,
Patti Smith,
Newcleus,
Country Teasers,
Whodini,
Pantaleimon,
The Leaves,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eden Ahbez,
Hot Snakes,
Bill Wells,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Y Pants,
the Association,
Soulsonic Force,
L. Decosne,
Ornette Coleman,
Hasil Adkins,
Funkadelic,
Alphaville,
Subhumans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Spandau Ballet,
Juan Atkins,
Gang Green,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rod Modell,
Tim Buckley,
The Young Rascals,
Young Marble Giants,
Pole,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Soft Cell,
Lightning Bolt,
Oneida,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.