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 Israel and from Madrid.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sonics 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Scientists,
Livin' Joy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Janne Schatter,
Lightning Bolt,
Zapp,
June Days,
Saccharine Trust,
Camouflage,
KRS-One,
The Cure,
Unrelated Segments,
Moss Icon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cowsills,
Zero Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mr. Review,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Fania All-Stars,
Audionom,
Suburban Knight,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Todd Rundgren,
Jacob Miller,
Neil Young,
The Names,
Amon Düül,
Metal Thangz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Monochrome Set,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mars,
One Last Wish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Infiniti,
The Techniques,
Surgeon,
Whodini,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Amazonics,
Sun Ra,
Ronnie Foster,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fugs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Bananas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Los Fastidios,
the Bar-Kays,
Liliput,
Pere Ubu,
Khruangbin,
The Happenings,
Electric Prunes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lyres,
The Gun Club,
Ossler,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.