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 Turkmenistan and from Lille.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Laurel Aitken to the grunge 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Brick,
The Dave Clark Five,
Von Mondo,
Matthew Bourne,
Porter Ricks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mo-Dettes,
Schoolly D,
Black Sheep,
Make Up,
Joey Negro,
Radio Birdman,
The Birthday Party,
Jandek,
the Sonics,
The Detroit Cobras,
LL Cool J,
The Gories,
The Fortunes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barry Ungar,
Essential Logic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Velvet Underground,
The Wake,
Brand Nubian,
Blake Baxter,
Faust,
The Divine Comedy,
Leonard Cohen,
Fugazi,
T.S.O.L.,
F. McDonald,
Camouflage,
Swans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
One Last Wish,
The Human League,
Alton Ellis,
Rosa Yemen,
Chris & Cosey,
Silicon Teens,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Aswad,
Unrelated Segments,
Drexciya,
Jesper Dahlback,
Surgeon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nas,
New York Dolls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sonic Youth,
The Dirtbombs,
Mr. Review,
Outsiders,
The New Christs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Beau Brummels,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.