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 Luxembourg and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar 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 Glenn Branca to the rap 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Erykah Badu,
The Zeros,
Harmonia,
The Offenders,
Brick,
Grey Daturas,
Pet Shop Boys,
Swell Maps,
John Cale,
Isaac Hayes,
The Gap Band,
Hardrive,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Davy DMX,
The Mummies,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gichy Dan,
The Dirtbombs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jeff Mills,
Duran Duran,
Robert Görl,
The Music Machine,
Scion,
The Toasters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joyce Sims,
Laurel Aitken,
Kool Moe Dee,
DJ Style,
Brass Construction,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Technova,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eli Mardock,
ABBA,
Urselle,
Prince Buster,
Babytalk,
Agitation Free,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nirvana,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tubeway Army,
Desert Stars,
ABC,
The Leaves,
Reagan Youth,
The Smoke,
The Fugs,
The Last Poets,
Liliput,
Marmalade,
Radio Birdman,
Stiv Bators,
Surgeon,
Von Mondo,
Neil Young,
The Doors,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.