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 Angola 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 Danielle Patucci to the electroclash 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Sugar Minott,
Mo-Dettes,
Minor Threat,
The Blackbyrds,
Aloha Tigers,
FM Einheit,
The Cramps,
The Knickerbockers,
Agent Orange,
Agitation Free,
Sixth Finger,
Carl Craig,
Terrestrial Tones,
In Retrospect,
The New Christs,
Soul II Soul,
Stiv Bators,
Sandy B,
Animal Collective,
Fear,
Eli Mardock,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ronan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Dead C,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Accadde A,
Black Flag,
Sam Rivers,
Slave,
The Cure,
Cymande,
The Names,
Average White Band,
Joyce Sims,
Kaleidoscope,
The Star Department,
Nirvana,
The Moleskins,
the Slits,
Andrew Hill,
Ronnie Foster,
DJ Sneak,
Mark Hollis,
Wolf Eyes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brick,
Marine Girls,
Colin Newman,
Joey Negro,
Gang of Four,
Young Marble Giants,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Neil Young,
Nils Olav,
Bad Manners,
Brand Nubian,
Little Man,
Desert Stars,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joy Division,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.