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 Panama and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 MC5 to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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?
K-Klass,
Rakim,
Fatback Band,
The Smiths,
The Victims,
Dark Day,
Camouflage,
The Motions,
The Divine Comedy,
Bang On A Can,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Livin' Joy,
Andrew Hill,
Alison Limerick,
Shuggie Otis,
Michelle Simonal,
Theoretical Girls,
Audionom,
Faraquet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fela Kuti,
David Axelrod,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ornette Coleman,
Lakeside,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eli Mardock,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wasted Youth,
Gang Starr,
The Pretty Things,
Moebius,
Man Parrish,
Soft Machine,
Aaron Thompson,
Little Man,
The Fortunes,
John Foxx,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aswad,
Bill Near,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Offenders,
Graham Central Station,
Ossler,
Camberwell Now,
The Beau Brummels,
Neu!,
The Modern Lovers,
Ponytail,
Agent Orange,
Fad Gadget,
Bob Dylan,
Index,
The Standells,
Goldenarms,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bluetip,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
New York Dolls,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.