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 Estonia and from Woodstock.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Residents to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Reuben Wilson,
Scientists,
Derrick May,
Jeff Mills,
the Germs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stiv Bators,
K-Klass,
Alton Ellis,
Ornette Coleman,
Gichy Dan,
Erykah Badu,
Soft Machine,
Sun City Girls,
The Golliwogs,
Yusef Lateef,
June Days,
Technova,
Kas Product,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gong,
Guru Guru,
The Happenings,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Tremeloes,
Avey Tare,
Youth Brigade,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Dirtbombs,
Alphaville,
The Durutti Column,
Adolescents,
Urselle,
Cameo,
Monolake,
The Five Americans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Procol Harum,
Swans,
The Leaves,
Simply Red,
Aswad,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cure,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mandrill,
Agent Orange,
The Searchers,
Sarah Menescal,
Absolute Body Control,
The Sonics,
Essential Logic,
Brick,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sixth Finger,
Barry Ungar,
Lee Hazlewood,
Robert Hood,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.