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 Bulgaria and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord 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 Scott Walker to the crunk 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Ponytail,
Amon Düül,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Audionom,
Joyce Sims,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DNA,
Basic Channel,
Eddi Front,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sugar Minott,
Wolf Eyes,
Maleditus Sound,
The Techniques,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
In Retrospect,
Tres Demented,
Marmalade,
Panda Bear,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Laurel Aitken,
Boz Scaggs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
Jerry's Kids,
Hasil Adkins,
Byron Stingily,
The Buckinghams,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sexual Harrassment,
R.M.O.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Doobie Brothers,
Electric Prunes,
The Martian,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
These Immortal Souls,
Cybotron,
Crooked Eye,
Guru Guru,
The Busters,
F. McDonald,
Junior Murvin,
Lakeside,
The Music Machine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Todd Rundgren,
Section 25,
X-101,
The Saints,
Oblivians,
Chris Corsano,
Bill Near,
Zapp,
Steve Hackett,
Clear Light,
Joy Division,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.