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 Ecuador and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Josef K to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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 Fuzztones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
kango's stein massive,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Television,
The Neon Judgement,
The Residents,
Arcadia,
Popol Vuh,
B.T. Express,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Invisible,
Ken Boothe,
T.S.O.L.,
Gastr Del Sol,
Zero Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Easy Going,
World's Most,
Visage,
Alton Ellis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joe Smooth,
Marc Almond,
Country Teasers,
Bill Near,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brand Nubian,
Skarface,
The Slackers,
Ossler,
The Red Krayola,
Jandek,
Kerri Chandler,
Wally Richardson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soulsonic Force,
Pagans,
Neu!,
Marmalade,
Unwound,
Smog,
Bootsy Collins,
Isaac Hayes,
the Soft Cell,
Byron Stingily,
JFA,
Das Ding,
Saccharine Trust,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bizarre Inc.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Absolute Body Control,
Altered Images,
The Slits,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Trumans Water,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.