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 Mali and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Los Fastidios,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
X-Ray Spex,
Essential Logic,
Yaz,
The Wake,
Robert Hood,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joy Division,
New Order,
Niagra,
Morten Harket,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Zero Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang Green,
The Litter,
The Gun Club,
Sällskapet,
Ronnie Foster,
the Slits,
The Gap Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mars,
Kerri Chandler,
The Blackbyrds,
Pharoah Sanders,
F. McDonald,
Derrick Morgan,
Robert Wyatt,
Simply Red,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Whodini,
Deakin,
Reuben Wilson,
Infiniti,
New York Dolls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joey Negro,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Average White Band,
The Fuzztones,
Junior Murvin,
Can,
The Gladiators,
Suburban Knight,
Ponytail,
Bauhaus,
Quantec,
Accadde A,
Eden Ahbez,
Graham Central Station,
H. Thieme,
Audionom,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Silicon Teens,
Pussy Galore,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.