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 Gabon and from Manila.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Girls At Our Best! to the rock 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Stetsasonic,
Moss Icon,
Japan,
Angry Samoans,
The Divine Comedy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lindisfarne,
Pantytec,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Babytalk,
Interpol,
K-Klass,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Vogues,
Y Pants,
Qualms,
David Bowie,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Moon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Martian,
Marmalade,
Traffic Nightmare,
Danielle Patucci,
X-101,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bill Near,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bauhaus,
This Heat,
Dark Day,
Shoche,
Wally Richardson,
Spoonie Gee,
EPMD,
Eric Dolphy,
Theoretical Girls,
Bill Wells,
Ohio Players,
Alphaville,
Crooked Eye,
John Coltrane,
Tommy Roe,
Lungfish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yaz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Dirtbombs,
Fugazi,
The Zeros,
UT,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Sound,
The Slackers,
Bob Dylan,
Thompson Twins,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.