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 Samoa and from New York.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the crunk 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Residents,
The Vogues,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alice Coltrane,
Chris & Cosey,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lindisfarne,
Gerry Rafferty,
UT,
Zero Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
Second Layer,
Yaz,
ABC,
Albert Ayler,
Black Pus,
Skarface,
David Axelrod,
Cecil Taylor,
The Flesh Eaters,
X-102,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Angels of Light,
Swans,
Ice-T,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Chris Corsano,
B.T. Express,
Mary Jane Girls,
Icehouse,
Section 25,
The Offenders,
EPMD,
Carl Craig,
The Monochrome Set,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joensuu 1685,
Suicide,
T.S.O.L.,
Idris Muhammad,
La Düsseldorf,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Y Pants,
Scrapy,
The Saints,
Organ,
Radio Birdman,
June of 44,
The Cowsills,
Gong,
the Normal,
The Moody Blues,
the Human League,
The Invisible,
Matthew Halsall,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Massinfluence,
Simply Red,
The Moleskins,
Yazoo,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.