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 Dominica and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
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 organ 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 Derrick Morgan to the grunge 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Sister Nancy,
Ronan,
Funkadelic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
New Order,
Eurythmics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Michelle Simonal,
Whodini,
Suicide,
Essential Logic,
Index,
Deakin,
Danielle Patucci,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bronski Beat,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Slits,
Q65,
Bauhaus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deadbeat,
The Evens,
Supertramp,
Goldenarms,
The Saints,
Kayak,
Popol Vuh,
Dave Gahan,
Easy Going,
China Crisis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aloha Tigers,
Dawn Penn,
Adolescents,
Minnie Riperton,
Thompson Twins,
Rekid,
Gabor Szabo,
Cymande,
Harry Pussy,
The Smoke,
Fad Gadget,
Hot Snakes,
Average White Band,
The Beau Brummels,
The Standells,
The Selecter,
L. Decosne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Boz Scaggs,
Moebius,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soft Cell,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wolf Eyes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Absolute Body Control,
Nick Fraelich,
The Happenings,
10cc,
The Associates,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.