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 Cambodia and from Taipei.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Eric Dolphy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Invisible,
Brass Construction,
The Names,
The Fortunes,
the Bar-Kays,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Pus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dawn Penn,
Audionom,
Pere Ubu,
Funkadelic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fuzztones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Zeros,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Index,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DJ Style,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eric Dolphy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Count Five,
The Offenders,
Boredoms,
The Motions,
World's Most,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Max Romeo,
Thee Headcoats,
David Axelrod,
Visage,
Joensuu 1685,
X-Ray Spex,
Technova,
Gong,
Steve Hackett,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Stooges,
Sam Rivers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scrapy,
Clear Light,
Excepter,
Hashim,
Maurizio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
This Heat,
The Evens,
Scientists,
Anthony Braxton,
Desert Stars,
The Alarm Clocks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sun City Girls,
Pierre Henry,
The Martian,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.