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 Pakistan and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 Rapeman to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
The Human League,
The Searchers,
Slick Rick,
Echospace,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Alice Coltrane,
Bush Tetras,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Names,
The Velvet Underground,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Soft Cell,
The Sonics,
Danielle Patucci,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Wake,
Unwound,
Joe Finger,
Gregory Isaacs,
Malaria!,
Howard Jones,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crime,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Skaos,
Rekid,
Blossom Toes,
Oblivians,
Liliput,
ABBA,
The Divine Comedy,
Circle Jerks,
Clear Light,
Livin' Joy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fluxion,
the Sonics,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Womack,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sarah Menescal,
Soft Machine,
Buzzcocks,
The Vogues,
Goldenarms,
Byron Stingily,
Cheater Slicks,
The Happenings,
Jacques Brel,
Whodini,
cv313,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Derrick Morgan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Agent Orange,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Zero Boys,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.