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 Iraq 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 theremin 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 Lalann to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Toni Rubio,
Ronan,
Masters at Work,
Terry Callier,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rapeman,
Joensuu 1685,
Arcadia,
The Gap Band,
The Litter,
Judy Mowatt,
Jacques Brel,
The Fall,
Robert Wyatt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Janne Schatter,
Severed Heads,
Leonard Cohen,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Moon,
Brick,
Scientists,
Donny Hathaway,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nils Olav,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Sonics,
June of 44,
Von Mondo,
Pulsallama,
JFA,
The Wake,
The Red Krayola,
Motorama,
Roy Ayers,
Joy Division,
Gil Scott Heron,
Duran Duran,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Drexciya,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deepchord,
Bobby Byrd,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The New Christs,
Todd Rundgren,
Agent Orange,
The Cowsills,
Rotary Connection,
Inner City,
Tears for Fears,
The Evens,
Scratch Acid,
The Trojans,
Scrapy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Slits,
Animal Collective,
Index,
Reuben Wilson,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.