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 Korea South and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare 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 Symarip to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gories,
Donny Hathaway,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Moody Blues,
Funky Four + One,
John Lydon,
The Leaves,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Peter & Gordon,
Brass Construction,
the Fania All-Stars,
cv313,
Chrome,
Pulsallama,
John Cale,
Max Romeo,
U.S. Maple,
Quadrant,
Eli Mardock,
Japan,
Gang Green,
Visage,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Velvet Underground,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cure,
Lower 48,
Maleditus Sound,
Barry Ungar,
The Martian,
Roxette,
The Shadows of Knight,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
D'Angelo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Electric Prunes,
Grey Daturas,
Icehouse,
Aaron Thompson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Vladislav Delay,
ABC,
Second Layer,
DNA,
Tim Buckley,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Soft Cell,
Eurythmics,
Sex Pistols,
Fad Gadget,
The Buckinghams,
Crime,
Ronan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Clear Light,
Tubeway Army,
The Cowsills,
Underground Resistance,
The Modern Lovers,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.