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 Korea North and from Seoul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
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 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the rock 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Bang On A Can,
Agent Orange,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joy Division,
Quadrant,
Electric Prunes,
Nirvana,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Slits,
Zapp,
Darondo,
Ronan,
X-101,
Rod Modell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ituana,
Chris Corsano,
The Toasters,
Franke,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
DNA,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stiv Bators,
EPMD,
8 Eyed Spy,
Altered Images,
Don Cherry,
Dual Sessions,
Symarip,
Lou Christie,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marmalade,
Swell Maps,
The Evens,
The Smoke,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Intrusion,
F. McDonald,
Terry Callier,
Sparks,
Scrapy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Mummies,
the Normal,
Reagan Youth,
Ultravox,
Max Romeo,
Black Sheep,
David Axelrod,
The Real Kids,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mr. Review,
Soft Cell,
Qualms,
T.S.O.L.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hashim,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.