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 Samoa and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Funkadelic to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Chrome,
Khruangbin,
Fatback Band,
Archie Shepp,
The Fall,
Ponytail,
Stetsasonic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Massinfluence,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marvin Gaye,
Matthew Halsall,
Eric Copeland,
Marmalade,
The Star Department,
Marshall Jefferson,
Siglo XX,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Arcadia,
Nico,
Aswad,
Bluetip,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Index,
Joensuu 1685,
Terrestrial Tones,
The J.B.'s,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eden Ahbez,
Leonard Cohen,
T. Rex,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang of Four,
Jacques Brel,
The Fuzztones,
Sixth Finger,
Davy DMX,
Monks,
Rekid,
Jerry's Kids,
Barrington Levy,
The Kinks,
Bronski Beat,
Patti Smith,
Crash Course in Science,
The Red Krayola,
Fluxion,
Ludus,
Nik Kershaw,
Franke,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Womack,
Easy Going,
The Real Kids,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.