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 Chile and from Tokyo.
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 Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb 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 harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Smog,
Roxette,
The Real Kids,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Barracudas,
Monks,
Toni Rubio,
The Sound,
The Toasters,
The Monks,
Schoolly D,
Nation of Ulysses,
Maleditus Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Unrelated Segments,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gichy Dan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Motorama,
Depeche Mode,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Surgeon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kayak,
Jacob Miller,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ossler,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Avey Tare,
Danielle Patucci,
DJ Sneak,
Pulsallama,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Warsaw,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Johnny Clarke,
The Moody Blues,
The Golliwogs,
The Offenders,
F. McDonald,
New Order,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Warren Ellis,
Arab on Radar,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Andrew Hill,
Mr. Review,
Kenny Larkin,
The Young Rascals,
ABBA,
The Standells,
Blossom Toes,
These Immortal Souls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dawn Penn,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.