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 Kyrgyzstan and from Stockholm.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Henry Cow to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Lyres,
The Slits,
The Gun Club,
Groovy Waters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pylon,
The Busters,
Soulsonic Force,
Sonic Youth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joe Smooth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
LL Cool J,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Panda Bear,
The Vogues,
June of 44,
E-Dancer,
Black Moon,
Sandy B,
Eden Ahbez,
Scratch Acid,
The Black Dice,
Fad Gadget,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Alarm Clocks,
Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Magazine,
Interpol,
The Martian,
The Remains,
48th St. Collective,
The Shadows of Knight,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Todd Terry,
The Durutti Column,
Crime,
Crooked Eye,
Yazoo,
Goldenarms,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stiv Bators,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kurtis Blow,
Ponytail,
The Standells,
Scott Walker,
The Cure,
Nick Fraelich,
Pierre Henry,
T. Rex,
The Fortunes,
The Detroit Cobras,
PIL,
Underground Resistance,
Monolake,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Todd Rundgren,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cramps,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.