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 Albania and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe 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 Pussy Galore to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Joey Negro,
Soft Machine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Parry Music,
Cameo,
Pussy Galore,
Barclay James Harvest,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pantytec,
The Remains,
The Techniques,
The New Christs,
Cluster,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Traffic Nightmare,
R.M.O.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roy Ayers,
Henry Cow,
Zapp,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
UT,
The Count Five,
Tomorrow,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fortunes,
Kaleidoscope,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Human League,
Deadbeat,
Outsiders,
Lyres,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Skaos,
The Modern Lovers,
The Black Dice,
Circle Jerks,
The Angels of Light,
Brass Construction,
Kerri Chandler,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cowsills,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Slackers,
the Slits,
CMW,
Andrew Hill,
Barrington Levy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Vainqueur,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stereo Dub,
Man Eating Sloth,
Massinfluence,
Maleditus Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
Idris Muhammad,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sarah Menescal,
Ash Ra Tempel,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.