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 Algeria and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar 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 The Stooges to the grunge 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Susan Cadogan,
Jawbox,
The Real Kids,
Cybotron,
Roxy Music,
Minnie Riperton,
The Remains,
John Holt,
Groovy Waters,
Television,
The Gories,
Desert Stars,
Cameo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Quando Quango,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rapeman,
Procol Harum,
This Heat,
Leonard Cohen,
Cluster,
The Cure,
Nation of Ulysses,
a-ha,
Heaven 17,
Young Marble Giants,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gong,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brand Nubian,
In Retrospect,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fugs,
Max Romeo,
Barrington Levy,
The Blackbyrds,
Blossom Toes,
Kas Product,
Swans,
CMW,
The Star Department,
Alphaville,
Model 500,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rotary Connection,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Absolute Body Control,
Lindisfarne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Graham Central Station,
Simply Red,
Ultimate Spinach,
Harpers Bizarre,
X-102,
Ten City,
Amazonics,
The Barracudas,
Prince Buster,
Guru Guru,
Das Ding,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.