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 Zambia and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 H. Thieme to the grunge 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs 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?
Blancmange,
New Age Steppers,
Lalann,
The Count Five,
Man Parrish,
R.M.O.,
K-Klass,
La Düsseldorf,
Spoonie Gee,
Darondo,
Jerry's Kids,
Monks,
Mars,
Kenny Larkin,
Clear Light,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Country Teasers,
Janne Schatter,
Bush Tetras,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
E-Dancer,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Symarip,
Stereo Dub,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mandrill,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gastr Del Sol,
Spandau Ballet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eurythmics,
Joy Division,
Drive Like Jehu,
Can,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fat Boys,
Jacob Miller,
David Bowie,
Alphaville,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Slave,
The Black Dice,
Malaria!,
Traffic Nightmare,
Johnny Clarke,
The Seeds,
Black Pus,
Soul II Soul,
Skarface,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sound Behaviour,
Mo-Dettes,
Susan Cadogan,
Sam Rivers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.