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 Gambia and from Spokane.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord 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 T. Rex to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
ABBA,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gong,
MC5,
the Association,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Kinks,
Tom Boy,
Shoche,
the Germs,
The Music Machine,
Fatback Band,
Jacques Brel,
Yusef Lateef,
Aaron Thompson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Public Enemy,
Pet Shop Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stetsasonic,
Bush Tetras,
The Monochrome Set,
Tomorrow,
Tears for Fears,
Roy Ayers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mars,
Black Sheep,
Television,
Lalann,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rotary Connection,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Grass Roots,
Kaleidoscope,
the Normal,
Monolake,
Zero Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
The Angels of Light,
Minutemen,
X-101,
Todd Terry,
Silicon Teens,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soulsonic Force,
Janne Schatter,
David Bowie,
Grey Daturas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Monks,
Erykah Badu,
ABC,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Negative Approach,
Cecil Taylor,
The Beau Brummels,
New Order,
DNA,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.