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 Finland 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 Josef K to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Tommy Roe,
Little Man,
Crispian St. Peters,
Porter Ricks,
The Toasters,
Rekid,
Babytalk,
Harry Pussy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sound Behaviour,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Matthew Bourne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soft Machine,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soft Cell,
Pylon,
Hardrive,
kango's stein massive,
Bluetip,
The Raincoats,
Roxette,
Whodini,
E-Dancer,
Metal Thangz,
The Walker Brothers,
Lindisfarne,
The Gap Band,
Don Cherry,
Yaz,
MC5,
Bang On A Can,
Sun Ra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Sherman,
Qualms,
The Real Kids,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Simply Red,
Blossom Toes,
Rakim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bauhaus,
Marmalade,
Tears for Fears,
Todd Rundgren,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Laurel Aitken,
The Neon Judgement,
Crooked Eye,
Kaleidoscope,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pantytec,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Drexciya,
Radio Birdman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.