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 Nicaragua and from Spokane.
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 Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 Alison Limerick to the techno 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Robert Wyatt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Freddie Wadling,
Dawn Penn,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rosa Yemen,
The Martian,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nico,
John Coltrane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
New Order,
Barrington Levy,
The Wake,
Kerri Chandler,
The Pretty Things,
Cluster,
the Germs,
Amazonics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scratch Acid,
Yazoo,
Subhumans,
Sister Nancy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Japan,
Marine Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Silicon Teens,
Talk Talk,
Dual Sessions,
The Velvet Underground,
R.M.O.,
cv313,
Au Pairs,
Donny Hathaway,
Tubeway Army,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Sam Rivers,
Cheater Slicks,
the Normal,
Young Marble Giants,
Quando Quango,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
June of 44,
Alton Ellis,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fuzztones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
World's Most,
the Human League,
Bill Near,
Aaron Thompson,
Heaven 17,
Scion,
Scott Walker,
Gang Starr,
Ponytail,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.