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 Philippines 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 The Five Americans to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Isaac Hayes,
Youth Brigade,
Hashim,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Velvet Underground,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Echospace,
The Cramps,
Mars,
Alice Coltrane,
Robert Wyatt,
Oneida,
Eve St. Jones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Visage,
Tears for Fears,
Mandrill,
Bobby Womack,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Trumans Water,
Rod Modell,
Black Pus,
Gang of Four,
Stetsasonic,
the Normal,
Thompson Twins,
David Axelrod,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yaz,
Mad Mike,
Anthony Braxton,
Pet Shop Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Moby Grape,
Drexciya,
U.S. Maple,
Bang On A Can,
Dark Day,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kayak,
K-Klass,
Grauzone,
One Last Wish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Radio Birdman,
48th St. Collective,
Unwound,
The Monks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Intrusion,
Underground Resistance,
Arab on Radar,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Blackbyrds,
Mr. Review,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ken Boothe,
Crime,
Model 500,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.