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 Azerbaijan and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
MDC,
E-Dancer,
Suburban Knight,
Don Cherry,
Scion,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roger Hodgson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kurtis Blow,
Rapeman,
Von Mondo,
Stereo Dub,
The Cowsills,
The New Christs,
Amazonics,
Warren Ellis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
X-101,
Tears for Fears,
Cheater Slicks,
Pagans,
Rotary Connection,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Flamin' Groovies,
Graham Central Station,
Hardrive,
The Invisible,
The Flesh Eaters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
48th St. Collective,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wire,
Scott Walker,
Gang Green,
Eurythmics,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Moon,
World's Most,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fat Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Trojans,
Qualms,
The Fortunes,
Goldenarms,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grauzone,
Japan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Icehouse,
T.S.O.L.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sun City Girls,
Slick Rick,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter & Gordon,
Electric Prunes,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.