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 Azerbaijan and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Electric Prunes to the rock 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Young Marble Giants,
Crash Course in Science,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nick Fraelich,
The Residents,
The J.B.'s,
The Busters,
Piero Umiliani,
Porter Ricks,
Infiniti,
Livin' Joy,
The Five Americans,
OOIOO,
B.T. Express,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brass Construction,
The Standells,
The Seeds,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gastr Del Sol,
Charles Mingus,
Stetsasonic,
Panda Bear,
Brand Nubian,
Davy DMX,
Can,
Sarah Menescal,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Moleskins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Arcadia,
The Toasters,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alton Ellis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Groovy Waters,
Jacques Brel,
New Age Steppers,
The Fugs,
The Moody Blues,
Interpol,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The American Breed,
ABC,
Jimmy McGriff,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Suicide,
Model 500,
Swell Maps,
The United States of America,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sonic Youth,
Zero Boys,
Circle Jerks,
Reagan Youth,
Gichy Dan,
Wally Richardson,
Jandek,
Soft Machine,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.