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 Lithuania 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
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 linndrum 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 Fear to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
the Association,
The Black Dice,
Dave Gahan,
John Foxx,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kenny Larkin,
Avey Tare,
Niagra,
Roger Hodgson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Procol Harum,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eden Ahbez,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scan 7,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Radio Birdman,
Robert Görl,
Second Layer,
Roy Ayers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alice Coltrane,
Suicide,
Ten City,
Kas Product,
10cc,
The Mummies,
Robert Wyatt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Motorama,
Rufus Thomas,
China Crisis,
The Modern Lovers,
Shuggie Otis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Divine Comedy,
Excepter,
Rekid,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Swans,
Bobby Womack,
Michelle Simonal,
The Raincoats,
Boredoms,
Josef K,
Little Man,
Lungfish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jawbox,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Sheep,
The American Breed,
Au Pairs,
Chrome,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Tremeloes,
Los Fastidios,
The Durutti Column,
June of 44,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sarah Menescal,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.