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 Eritrea and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Al Stewart to the dance 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
The Smiths,
The Count Five,
Slave,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
These Immortal Souls,
The Golliwogs,
Tim Buckley,
The Blackbyrds,
The Slits,
Gang Starr,
Ituana,
Flash Fearless,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Amazonics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Avey Tare,
Ice-T,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Red Krayola,
Panda Bear,
Gichy Dan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Buckinghams,
Blake Baxter,
Young Marble Giants,
ABBA,
Whodini,
Livin' Joy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Faraquet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Martian,
Slick Rick,
U.S. Maple,
Barbara Tucker,
Joensuu 1685,
Susan Cadogan,
David McCallum,
Sam Rivers,
The Knickerbockers,
Absolute Body Control,
Cameo,
The Fall,
the Human League,
John Lydon,
The Cramps,
Schoolly D,
MC5,
Metal Thangz,
Archie Shepp,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bang On A Can,
Piero Umiliani,
Crime,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.