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 Taiwan and from Salvador.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 David Bowie 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 The Evens to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Unwound,
Model 500,
Depeche Mode,
Dennis Brown,
Procol Harum,
Gichy Dan,
Surgeon,
Amazonics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sonic Youth,
Donny Hathaway,
Scott Walker,
Colin Newman,
Minor Threat,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Christie,
the Bar-Kays,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Nico,
John Lydon,
Kurtis Blow,
Easy Going,
Wolf Eyes,
Warren Ellis,
Gil Scott Heron,
DJ Style,
Patti Smith,
Nas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Zapp,
The Cowsills,
Leonard Cohen,
The Associates,
FM Einheit,
Motorama,
Chrome,
Andrew Hill,
CMW,
Iggy Pop,
Average White Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fluxion,
Organ,
Gang Green,
The Smoke,
The Beau Brummels,
Technova,
Masters at Work,
The Slackers,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fortunes,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Human League,
Goldenarms,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
X-Ray Spex,
Man Eating Sloth,
Swans,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.