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 Sao Paulo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum 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 Goldenarms to the grime 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jacob Miller,
Jacques Brel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deadbeat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Association,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
UT,
The Dirtbombs,
X-101,
The Kinks,
Ralphi Rosario,
David Bowie,
Hasil Adkins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alphaville,
The Moleskins,
Tom Boy,
Guru Guru,
Porter Ricks,
Nas,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Glenn Branca,
Saccharine Trust,
Eve St. Jones,
Theoretical Girls,
The Star Department,
Royal Trux,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Raincoats,
The Cure,
DNA,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roy Ayers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nick Fraelich,
Sun Ra,
The Mojo Men,
Joy Division,
Lou Christie,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Moebius,
Q65,
The Divine Comedy,
DJ Style,
Young Marble Giants,
Sexual Harrassment,
Donald Byrd,
Harmonia,
Nils Olav,
The Seeds,
Magazine,
Severed Heads,
Fugazi,
Joe Smooth,
Prince Buster,
Little Man,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.