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 Taiwan and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar 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 Flash Fearless to the disco 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Tears for Fears,
The Velvet Underground,
Pantaleimon,
Desert Stars,
The Golliwogs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alice Coltrane,
Davy DMX,
The Invisible,
Pere Ubu,
Dark Day,
Carl Craig,
Barry Ungar,
Ituana,
The Zeros,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hasil Adkins,
Pole,
the Association,
The Techniques,
Von Mondo,
Nils Olav,
Yusef Lateef,
Warsaw,
Boredoms,
Audionom,
Intrusion,
Grauzone,
the Germs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Zero Boys,
EPMD,
Reuben Wilson,
Peter and Kerry,
The Leaves,
Bootsy Collins,
Michelle Simonal,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Moody Blues,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Red Krayola,
Bluetip,
Slave,
The Gories,
Wasted Youth,
Lower 48,
Hot Snakes,
Sun Ra,
Radiohead,
Loose Ends,
Roxette,
Wolf Eyes,
Harpers Bizarre,
R.M.O.,
Ice-T,
The Vogues,
Gang Gang Dance,
La Düsseldorf,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.