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 Vietnam and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
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 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 Smog to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Don Cherry,
Howard Jones,
T.S.O.L.,
the Human League,
Amon Düül II,
Gang of Four,
Negative Approach,
Buzzcocks,
Clear Light,
Y Pants,
Marmalade,
The Music Machine,
Rekid,
New York Dolls,
Johnny Clarke,
The Barracudas,
Ludus,
Mandrill,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sugar Minott,
Man Eating Sloth,
Siglo XX,
Bill Near,
Thompson Twins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Massinfluence,
Harry Pussy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Television Personalities,
Moby Grape,
Avey Tare,
Blossom Toes,
Sister Nancy,
Soul II Soul,
Soft Cell,
DJ Style,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Freddie Wadling,
Simply Red,
MC5,
Girls At Our Best!,
Infiniti,
Vladislav Delay,
Archie Shepp,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crime,
Nirvana,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grey Daturas,
Robert Wyatt,
Ponytail,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Country Teasers,
Khruangbin,
The Associates,
FM Einheit,
One Last Wish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ornette Coleman,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.