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 Tonga and from Bologna.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Pulsallama to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Country Joe & The Fish,
OOIOO,
Vainqueur,
The Gun Club,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Litter,
The Fugs,
Kerri Chandler,
EPMD,
Graham Central Station,
Aswad,
Ice-T,
Magma,
K-Klass,
Clear Light,
Lucky Dragons,
X-102,
Royal Trux,
Rakim,
Soul II Soul,
Section 25,
The Doors,
Negative Approach,
Skaos,
Quando Quango,
The Standells,
the Germs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Swans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Davy DMX,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jandek,
Joe Finger,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
U.S. Maple,
The Toasters,
Cameo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Vladislav Delay,
Radiohead,
The Fortunes,
The Star Department,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sandy B,
The Invisible,
The Cramps,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
La Düsseldorf,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Associates,
Zero Boys,
Erykah Badu,
Gong,
Jerry's Kids,
The Sonics,
Audionom,
Roy Ayers,
The Gories,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.