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 Uganda and from Copenhagen.
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 Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the dance 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Swans,
Eurythmics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Flag,
Black Sheep,
The Smiths,
The Associates,
Television Personalities,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joensuu 1685,
Aswad,
Unwound,
Metal Thangz,
The Leaves,
Masters at Work,
Groovy Waters,
Drexciya,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Susan Cadogan,
Stetsasonic,
Rosa Yemen,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Porter Ricks,
Panda Bear,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Pretty Things,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Flash Fearless,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bob Dylan,
Camouflage,
Monolake,
Von Mondo,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Angels of Light,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sandy B,
Pussy Galore,
Ituana,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
New York Dolls,
the Association,
The Kinks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang of Four,
Second Layer,
Scientists,
Yazoo,
The Cure,
Kenny Larkin,
Erykah Badu,
Fad Gadget,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Count Five,
Mr. Review,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.