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 Peru and from London.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the punk 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Porter Ricks,
The Fuzztones,
Jeff Lynne,
One Last Wish,
John Cale,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joy Division,
Au Pairs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Supertramp,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aloha Tigers,
Electric Prunes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kenny Larkin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Liliput,
Chris Corsano,
Cymande,
Suburban Knight,
UT,
Bronski Beat,
Funkadelic,
Niagra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Flash Fearless,
Crispy Ambulance,
Adolescents,
Moby Grape,
Hot Snakes,
Depeche Mode,
Bootsy Collins,
ABBA,
The Standells,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Theoretical Girls,
Sun Ra,
A Certain Ratio,
Aaron Thompson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sarah Menescal,
Fear,
Wolf Eyes,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Stooges,
Tomorrow,
Spoonie Gee,
Ice-T,
Delon & Dalcan,
T.S.O.L.,
Joey Negro,
DNA,
MDC,
Banda Bassotti,
Roxy Music,
Lou Christie,
Motorama,
Maleditus Sound,
Pierre Henry,
Erasure,
Quadrant,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.