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 Lebanon and from London.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Rapeman to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
The Tremeloes,
Porter Ricks,
Buzzcocks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Inner City,
Dead Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Pus,
Ponytail,
The Residents,
Toni Rubio,
The Stooges,
Aloha Tigers,
Ohio Players,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Visage,
Piero Umiliani,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
T. Rex,
Gang Green,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Groovy Waters,
Delta 5,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Smog,
Hoover,
Alison Limerick,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Happenings,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roxette,
Fluxion,
The Cramps,
Agitation Free,
Fad Gadget,
The Birthday Party,
D'Angelo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lakeside,
The J.B.'s,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pylon,
Minny Pops,
Rufus Thomas,
Yusef Lateef,
The Music Machine,
Ken Boothe,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Pop Group,
the Sonics,
Derrick May,
FM Einheit,
Sister Nancy,
Bad Manners,
Janne Schatter,
Quantec,
Robert Wyatt,
Half Japanese,
Flamin' Groovies,
Amon Düül,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.