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 Bahamas and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cecil Taylor,
Unrelated Segments,
Piero Umiliani,
The Neon Judgement,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Grass Roots,
Quando Quango,
The Last Poets,
Lakeside,
Gang Gang Dance,
Connie Case,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hasil Adkins,
Khruangbin,
Subhumans,
Motorama,
Lucky Dragons,
Technova,
Deakin,
Barry Ungar,
Sun Ra,
Wally Richardson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Suburban Knight,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Infiniti,
X-101,
Half Japanese,
H. Thieme,
Cymande,
The Vogues,
Terry Callier,
Black Sheep,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Holt,
The Misunderstood,
Intrusion,
Warsaw,
Procol Harum,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Can,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lightning Bolt,
June of 44,
Los Fastidios,
Deadbeat,
Man Eating Sloth,
Graham Central Station,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stockholm Monsters,
La Düsseldorf,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Foxx,
Joensuu 1685,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Interpol,
The Saints,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.