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 Lithuania and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Index to the funk 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Funkadelic,
Blake Baxter,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fortunes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dawn Penn,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultimate Spinach,
Smog,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Mojo Men,
The Monks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Velvet Underground,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Byrd,
Bad Manners,
Gang Green,
The Last Poets,
Theoretical Girls,
Scion,
Babytalk,
Ice-T,
The Martian,
Severed Heads,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cymande,
The Victims,
AZ,
Aaron Thompson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aswad,
Model 500,
Infiniti,
Arab on Radar,
The Stooges,
the Normal,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Searchers,
A Certain Ratio,
The Monochrome Set,
X-102,
Funky Four + One,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Pus,
Archie Shepp,
Wire,
Steve Hackett,
James White and The Blacks,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Index,
Japan,
Hoover,
Suicide,
Flash Fearless,
Rakim,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Seeds,
Soul II Soul,
Pantaleimon,
Yellowson,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.