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 Moldova and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Procol Harum to the grunge 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Steve Hackett,
Smog,
8 Eyed Spy,
Suicide,
Hashim,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Modern Lovers,
Ralphi Rosario,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DJ Style,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Juan Atkins,
Model 500,
The Blackbyrds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lalo Schifrin,
Althea and Donna,
Organ,
Pulsallama,
Minor Threat,
Sarah Menescal,
Jacob Miller,
Donny Hathaway,
Easy Going,
Panda Bear,
B.T. Express,
Stereo Dub,
Moss Icon,
Metal Thangz,
Banda Bassotti,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dennis Brown,
48th St. Collective,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Todd Rundgren,
Camouflage,
The Human League,
The Moleskins,
Pylon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sex Pistols,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Index,
Lightning Bolt,
Mandrill,
Sam Rivers,
Zero Boys,
Scion,
The Raincoats,
Kas Product,
Skriet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barclay James Harvest,
MC5,
New Order,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.