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 Slovenia and from Woodstock.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 John Coltrane to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
OOIOO,
New York Dolls,
Flipper,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Cure,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Amon Düül II,
The Names,
The Moody Blues,
Boz Scaggs,
Tears for Fears,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Q65,
Motorama,
Henry Cow,
Zero Boys,
Pantaleimon,
Soulsonic Force,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aswad,
Aloha Tigers,
The Saints,
Tomorrow,
Dave Gahan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Skarface,
The Flesh Eaters,
Monks,
Stetsasonic,
Minor Threat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Model 500,
Eden Ahbez,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Count Five,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
ABC,
Robert Görl,
Panda Bear,
Girls At Our Best!,
FM Einheit,
The Cowsills,
The Associates,
Spoonie Gee,
The American Breed,
Television Personalities,
The Gun Club,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Q and Not U,
Chrome,
The Electric Prunes,
Idris Muhammad,
Andrew Hill,
Drexciya,
Isaac Hayes,
Amon Düül,
Nirvana,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.