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 Slovenia and from Edmonton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ 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 Barry Ungar 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
June of 44,
Connie Case,
Erykah Badu,
Warren Ellis,
Joey Negro,
Grey Daturas,
Wasted Youth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Quadrant,
Todd Rundgren,
Bauhaus,
Joe Finger,
Severed Heads,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Blackbyrds,
the Germs,
Loose Ends,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Sherman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jimmy McGriff,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Christie,
Kurtis Blow,
Bang On A Can,
Crash Course in Science,
David Axelrod,
Little Man,
Mark Hollis,
Public Enemy,
Sex Pistols,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Five Americans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Dirtbombs,
Livin' Joy,
Ornette Coleman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hasil Adkins,
Ludus,
Clear Light,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ken Boothe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Kinks,
Newcleus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Idris Muhammad,
Hoover,
Robert Wyatt,
Nirvana,
Hashim,
Flamin' Groovies,
Smog,
The Offenders,
Wings,
Sugar Minott,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.