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 Solomon Islands and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe 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 Aswad to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Heaven 17,
The Velvet Underground,
Wasted Youth,
Soft Cell,
Japan,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Byron Stingily,
Skarface,
Nico,
Bronski Beat,
Yusef Lateef,
R.M.O.,
Pantytec,
Aaron Thompson,
The Saints,
The Dave Clark Five,
Zero Boys,
Visage,
Jawbox,
Y Pants,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mars,
Mission of Burma,
Alice Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Monks,
Whodini,
Electric Prunes,
Lower 48,
Drive Like Jehu,
This Heat,
Radio Birdman,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Blackbyrds,
The Detroit Cobras,
Con Funk Shun,
U.S. Maple,
Little Man,
The Offenders,
Arcadia,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Glenn Branca,
the Soft Cell,
Gong,
The Move,
Hardrive,
The Monochrome Set,
Iggy Pop,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tres Demented,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Monolake,
The Sound,
Intrusion,
Sandy B,
The Associates,
the Association,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barry Ungar,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.