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 Niger and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 ABC to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Unrelated Segments,
Tomorrow,
ABBA,
Talk Talk,
Boredoms,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gap Band,
Rites of Spring,
The Seeds,
Avey Tare,
Ultravox,
DNA,
Nils Olav,
The Sonics,
The Selecter,
Rosa Yemen,
Deakin,
The Gun Club,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Infiniti,
Buzzcocks,
Can,
Japan,
Roger Hodgson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Move,
Moss Icon,
Colin Newman,
The Dead C,
Josef K,
Anthony Braxton,
Stetsasonic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jerry's Kids,
The Shadows of Knight,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Supertramp,
Joyce Sims,
Gang of Four,
The New Christs,
Albert Ayler,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eve St. Jones,
Magma,
The Electric Prunes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fortunes,
Chris Corsano,
New York Dolls,
Alice Coltrane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Holt,
LL Cool J,
Lindisfarne,
Gichy Dan,
Ten City,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Franke,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted 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.