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 Namibia and from Seoul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 Cecil Taylor to the grime 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sun City Girls,
Porter Ricks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tropical Tobacco,
Swell Maps,
Chrome,
June of 44,
Jacques Brel,
Black Flag,
a-ha,
Scion,
Intrusion,
Rakim,
Dark Day,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pantaleimon,
Ultimate Spinach,
U.S. Maple,
Ronnie Foster,
Surgeon,
Ultravox,
Symarip,
Faust,
The Searchers,
Blancmange,
Agent Orange,
Lebanon Hanover,
Warren Ellis,
Eric B and Rakim,
OOIOO,
Pussy Galore,
Johnny Clarke,
Byron Stingily,
Magma,
Eve St. Jones,
Q and Not U,
The Seeds,
Kas Product,
The Cowsills,
Smog,
Susan Cadogan,
Metal Thangz,
Pantytec,
June Days,
The Saints,
Zapp,
Anthony Braxton,
AZ,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Todd Terry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Khruangbin,
Parry Music,
Malaria!,
Max Romeo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marine Girls,
New York Dolls,
The Standells,
The Walker Brothers,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.