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 Iran and from Toronto.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Crispian St. Peters to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Tears for Fears,
Amon Düül,
Cluster,
Boz Scaggs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nas,
Talk Talk,
JFA,
Stiv Bators,
Can,
Magazine,
The Skatalites,
Rod Modell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Modern Lovers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Motorama,
Malaria!,
Frankie Knuckles,
X-102,
Monks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Simply Red,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gun Club,
Theoretical Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alton Ellis,
Lindisfarne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Techniques,
The Gap Band,
MDC,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sam Rivers,
Colin Newman,
Idris Muhammad,
The Durutti Column,
Marmalade,
The Moody Blues,
Section 25,
Mr. Review,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Slackers,
Bobby Byrd,
DJ Sneak,
Skriet,
Soft Cell,
The Toasters,
B.T. Express,
Blake Baxter,
the Sonics,
Crime,
Newcleus,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.