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 Vietnam and from New York.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Smog to the disco 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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Crooked Eye,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Byrd,
Deepchord,
The Names,
Eden Ahbez,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eli Mardock,
Public Enemy,
Procol Harum,
Cheater Slicks,
Q and Not U,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fat Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
This Heat,
MC5,
KRS-One,
The Litter,
Ludus,
Flipper,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Prince Buster,
Joe Smooth,
The Walker Brothers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joensuu 1685,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Womack,
New York Dolls,
Junior Murvin,
Can,
Grey Daturas,
Scan 7,
Jandek,
Lucky Dragons,
D'Angelo,
The Tremeloes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Monks,
the Germs,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
The Move,
Man Parrish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Electric Prunes,
Mars,
Ponytail,
The Busters,
Underground Resistance,
Unwound,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Holt,
Dennis Brown,
Das Ding,
X-101,
Blancmange,
The Grass Roots,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.