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 Suriname and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Black Bananas to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
The Modern Lovers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sam Rivers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Procol Harum,
The Divine Comedy,
Amon Düül,
The Doors,
Agent Orange,
Kayak,
The Human League,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pantaleimon,
Television,
David Axelrod,
Rapeman,
Mission of Burma,
Letta Mbulu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Magma,
Carl Craig,
Ice-T,
Stiv Bators,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nick Fraelich,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Selecter,
The Grass Roots,
Quantec,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eurythmics,
Faust,
Slave,
Neil Young,
MC5,
The Tremeloes,
The Leaves,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nico,
Main Source,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Dead C,
Deadbeat,
Cheater Slicks,
Fugazi,
Drive Like Jehu,
Spoonie Gee,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Toni Rubio,
KRS-One,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Pus,
Crispy Ambulance,
Zapp,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.