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 China 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 kango's stein massive to the dance 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Eve St. Jones,
Soft Cell,
Porter Ricks,
K-Klass,
Judy Mowatt,
OOIOO,
MDC,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Make Up,
cv313,
Bang On A Can,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Trumans Water,
Television Personalities,
The Moleskins,
Derrick Morgan,
Franke,
Peter and Kerry,
The Mojo Men,
Rufus Thomas,
Archie Shepp,
Average White Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Freddie Wadling,
Model 500,
Brand Nubian,
The Count Five,
Radiohead,
Organ,
Ponytail,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Underground Resistance,
New Age Steppers,
The Modern Lovers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fuzztones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Raincoats,
Supertramp,
Camouflage,
Wolf Eyes,
Al Stewart,
Robert Hood,
Roxy Music,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gabor Szabo,
The J.B.'s,
Radiopuhelimet,
Junior Murvin,
Banda Bassotti,
Scan 7,
Eli Mardock,
Magma,
In Retrospect,
Charles Mingus,
the Slits,
The Star Department,
Minor Threat,
Boredoms,
Crime,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.