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 Macedonia and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Joensuu 1685,
The Red Krayola,
Idris Muhammad,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Raincoats,
Rotary Connection,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Coltrane,
Magazine,
Crime,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Saccharine Trust,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minnie Riperton,
Scrapy,
Lungfish,
Althea and Donna,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Chris Corsano,
Black Sheep,
Talk Talk,
Barrington Levy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Amon Düül,
Little Man,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
The Slits,
The Alarm Clocks,
David Bowie,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Womack,
Wings,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Altered Images,
Schoolly D,
Lyres,
In Retrospect,
The United States of America,
PIL,
The Move,
Faraquet,
Simply Red,
Arab on Radar,
Fela Kuti,
Dawn Penn,
The Fall,
Jerry's Kids,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gun Club,
Roy Ayers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joy Division,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mad Mike,
Al Stewart,
Au Pairs,
Laurel Aitken,
Funky Four + One,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.