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 Laos and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the guitar 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 Suburban Knight to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Swans,
Khruangbin,
Oneida,
Vainqueur,
Moss Icon,
Black Flag,
Pantytec,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pagans,
Index,
Kaleidoscope,
The Smiths,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Alton Ellis,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Warren Ellis,
Ken Boothe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Buzzcocks,
The Gladiators,
Los Fastidios,
London Community Gospel Choir,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barbara Tucker,
Susan Cadogan,
Half Japanese,
John Coltrane,
Public Enemy,
The Fortunes,
The Martian,
Brass Construction,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soft Cell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
L. Decosne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brick,
Marmalade,
Kurtis Blow,
Barry Ungar,
The United States of America,
Mad Mike,
Tim Buckley,
Mantronix,
Sarah Menescal,
Altered Images,
Matthew Halsall,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Von Mondo,
Dave Gahan,
Terry Callier,
the Normal,
The Trojans,
The Moleskins,
Bluetip,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.