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 Colombia and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Seeds to the rock 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Ornette Coleman,
These Immortal Souls,
Khruangbin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Radio Birdman,
Dennis Brown,
The Dirtbombs,
Sparks,
The Saints,
LL Cool J,
The Toasters,
Tubeway Army,
Dawn Penn,
Ohio Players,
Terry Callier,
Nirvana,
New Age Steppers,
Harmonia,
Loose Ends,
Peter and Kerry,
UT,
the Bar-Kays,
Ronan,
T. Rex,
Joyce Sims,
The Gories,
The Neon Judgement,
Nico,
Cybotron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Reed,
Darondo,
Slave,
Ituana,
In Retrospect,
Blossom Toes,
OOIOO,
Von Mondo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roxy Music,
The Black Dice,
The Divine Comedy,
The Remains,
Aural Exciters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alice Coltrane,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gun Club,
The Fugs,
Amon Düül,
Essential Logic,
Derrick May,
Surgeon,
the Sonics,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soft Cell,
JFA,
The Names,
Pole,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.