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 Tajikistan and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 Wally Richardson to the techno 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Eurythmics,
Underground Resistance,
Bush Tetras,
Cheater Slicks,
David McCallum,
The Seeds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pole,
Agitation Free,
Jawbox,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Names,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sarah Menescal,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Wake,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Dirtbombs,
Radio Birdman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kenny Larkin,
The Neon Judgement,
LL Cool J,
Henry Cow,
Toni Rubio,
Adolescents,
Eric Copeland,
Faraquet,
The Fortunes,
EPMD,
Stetsasonic,
The Victims,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Swell Maps,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Angels of Light,
The Fire Engines,
The Monochrome Set,
Flipper,
Main Source,
Cameo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Andrew Hill,
Eden Ahbez,
Icehouse,
Robert Wyatt,
Suicide,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Thee Headcoats,
Mission of Burma,
Barry Ungar,
The Star Department,
Rotary Connection,
Fatback Band,
Guru Guru,
Outsiders,
Charles Mingus,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.