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 Costa Rica and from London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Magazine to the punk 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Neil Young,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Carl Craig,
Danielle Patucci,
Man Parrish,
the Slits,
Buzzcocks,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cramps,
Bush Tetras,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Model 500,
Slick Rick,
Roxy Music,
Altered Images,
Tom Boy,
The Doors,
The Slits,
Eve St. Jones,
Cameo,
Saccharine Trust,
Wings,
Idris Muhammad,
Pulsallama,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pagans,
Henry Cow,
Can,
the Normal,
Joey Negro,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Japan,
Ronnie Foster,
Subhumans,
Arab on Radar,
Dawn Penn,
Eurythmics,
AZ,
Chris & Cosey,
Fear,
10cc,
Sex Pistols,
Matthew Halsall,
Crash Course in Science,
Desert Stars,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Byrd,
The New Christs,
Minnie Riperton,
Silicon Teens,
Funky Four + One,
OOIOO,
Funkadelic,
Mandrill,
Jeff Lynne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rites of Spring,
Swell Maps,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.