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 Oman and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Association to the dance 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tim Buckley,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Spandau Ballet,
Reagan Youth,
Q and Not U,
Depeche Mode,
Scrapy,
Henry Cow,
Panda Bear,
Nik Kershaw,
Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stiv Bators,
Jawbox,
Alice Coltrane,
Eric Dolphy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Martian,
Hot Snakes,
Althea and Donna,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Grey Daturas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Skarface,
Sällskapet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Matthew Bourne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Janne Schatter,
Banda Bassotti,
Jerry's Kids,
Angry Samoans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hoover,
Tubeway Army,
Arcadia,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bush Tetras,
Arthur Verocai,
Oneida,
Jeff Lynne,
The Knickerbockers,
Rites of Spring,
Neu!,
The Tremeloes,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gories,
Kayak,
Crash Course in Science,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dawn Penn,
Nils Olav,
Pierre Henry,
Slick Rick,
Von Mondo,
Niagra,
Ten City,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.