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 Senegal and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord 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 Moby Grape to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Q65,
Sight & Sound,
Slick Rick,
Absolute Body Control,
Pere Ubu,
Max Romeo,
Bad Manners,
Blossom Toes,
Yellowson,
Main Source,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Harpers Bizarre,
Glambeats Corp.,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nico,
Eden Ahbez,
Jerry's Kids,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gladiators,
The Motions,
Kaleidoscope,
Negative Approach,
The Names,
The Alarm Clocks,
Iggy Pop,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Chris & Cosey,
The Move,
Tim Buckley,
Lower 48,
The Pretty Things,
Gong,
Symarip,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Matthew Bourne,
Sixth Finger,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cowsills,
Gang Starr,
The Dave Clark Five,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DNA,
Cheater Slicks,
The Evens,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rotary Connection,
The Real Kids,
Yazoo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alton Ellis,
DJ Style,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Niagra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wings,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.