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 Brazil and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Young Marble Giants to the disco 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
The Buckinghams,
Mandrill,
Whodini,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultravox,
Dennis Brown,
Idris Muhammad,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Suicide,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Sheep,
10cc,
Jacques Brel,
X-Ray Spex,
Das Ding,
David Bowie,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ituana,
Marmalade,
Susan Cadogan,
The Velvet Underground,
Joyce Sims,
D'Angelo,
Infiniti,
June of 44,
Adolescents,
Man Parrish,
Black Bananas,
The Zeros,
Scratch Acid,
Minutemen,
Cymande,
Drexciya,
Eric Copeland,
The Names,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Heaven 17,
Desert Stars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kayak,
Dead Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pantaleimon,
OOIOO,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Boz Scaggs,
X-102,
Public Enemy,
The Smoke,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Holt,
Steve Hackett,
Gabor Szabo,
Morten Harket,
China Crisis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Womack,
Freddie Wadling,
Ronnie Foster,
Alton Ellis,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.