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 Ecuador and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron 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 Lakeside to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Albert Ayler,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
D'Angelo,
Arthur Verocai,
Ituana,
Desert Stars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kurtis Blow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lower 48,
Morten Harket,
Bush Tetras,
Boz Scaggs,
Slave,
Dawn Penn,
Arcadia,
Sandy B,
Cal Tjader,
Gabor Szabo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Human League,
Patti Smith,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Angels of Light,
Organ,
Jerry's Kids,
Crash Course in Science,
The Beau Brummels,
Main Source,
Boogie Down Productions,
Q and Not U,
The Last Poets,
Black Bananas,
Freddie Wadling,
KRS-One,
CMW,
The Techniques,
The Divine Comedy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Anakelly,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Germs,
Rekid,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alphaville,
Bad Manners,
Chris Corsano,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nas,
David Bowie,
the Slits,
Ossler,
Camberwell Now,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Sherman,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.