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 Guinea and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar 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 10cc to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Crime,
OOIOO,
Scott Walker,
the Slits,
The Monks,
Dual Sessions,
Pole,
Mark Hollis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Names,
Lalann,
Theoretical Girls,
June Days,
Black Sheep,
David McCallum,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Delta 5,
The Offenders,
The Skatalites,
Terry Callier,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pylon,
The Tremeloes,
Banda Bassotti,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lower 48,
Todd Terry,
Scion,
The Wake,
Easy Going,
Marc Almond,
Avey Tare,
The Remains,
Big Daddy Kane,
Zapp,
The Stooges,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nas,
Radio Birdman,
Archie Shepp,
The Martian,
X-101,
Dead Boys,
Pere Ubu,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Trojans,
Minutemen,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jeru the Damaja,
Desert Stars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Shadows of Knight,
JFA,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aloha Tigers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.