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 Indonesia and from Mexico City.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin 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 American Breed to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Funkadelic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ronnie Foster,
Amazonics,
The Stooges,
June Days,
Suicide,
Stetsasonic,
X-101,
The Mummies,
Robert Hood,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joey Negro,
Eli Mardock,
Icehouse,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sun City Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hardrive,
Faust,
Scan 7,
Stockholm Monsters,
U.S. Maple,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bob Dylan,
Rakim,
Donald Byrd,
Section 25,
Agitation Free,
Morten Harket,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bang On A Can,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sonic Youth,
Quantec,
Davy DMX,
LL Cool J,
Moss Icon,
The Five Americans,
Oneida,
The Shadows of Knight,
Buzzcocks,
Moebius,
Funky Four + One,
The Young Rascals,
Al Stewart,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Anthony Braxton,
Cluster,
Scrapy,
Max Romeo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Aswad,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aaron Thompson,
Rites of Spring,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bill Wells,
Henry Cow,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.