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 Nicaragua 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator 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 Avey Tare 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Radiohead,
The Moleskins,
Radio Birdman,
The Residents,
The Offenders,
Monks,
Spoonie Gee,
Eric Copeland,
Von Mondo,
Rufus Thomas,
Reagan Youth,
U.S. Maple,
Wasted Youth,
Black Pus,
Eli Mardock,
Pulsallama,
the Soft Cell,
Brand Nubian,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Moebius,
Brothers Johnson,
Animal Collective,
Simply Red,
Silicon Teens,
The Shadows of Knight,
Vainqueur,
Junior Murvin,
Stetsasonic,
Funky Four + One,
Boogie Down Productions,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Womack,
New Order,
Avey Tare,
Livin' Joy,
The Gladiators,
A Certain Ratio,
UT,
Drexciya,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lyres,
The Human League,
Jesper Dahlback,
Quadrant,
Bluetip,
David Axelrod,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nik Kershaw,
Ice-T,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Cale,
Moss Icon,
PIL,
Laurel Aitken,
Newcleus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
World's Most,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.