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 East Timor and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Todd Rundgren to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Funkadelic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gabor Szabo,
Cymande,
Crash Course in Science,
Joensuu 1685,
Neu!,
Vladislav Delay,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Boredoms,
Dennis Brown,
Fad Gadget,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Unwound,
Kevin Saunderson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cramps,
Trumans Water,
Zero Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
Magazine,
Yaz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rufus Thomas,
Malaria!,
Jandek,
Heaven 17,
DJ Sneak,
Dark Day,
Aural Exciters,
Monks,
Accadde A,
Man Eating Sloth,
These Immortal Souls,
Spandau Ballet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deakin,
Scientists,
Andrew Hill,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cal Tjader,
Drexciya,
The Residents,
Susan Cadogan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Icehouse,
Peter and Kerry,
John Cale,
Byron Stingily,
Mary Jane Girls,
Swans,
Juan Atkins,
Average White Band,
The Evens,
World's Most,
The Seeds,
The Golliwogs,
Khruangbin,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.