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 Laos and from Stockholm.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ 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 Harry Pussy to the rap 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Neon Judgement,
F. McDonald,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eve St. Jones,
Cameo,
Cheater Slicks,
CMW,
Masters at Work,
Spoonie Gee,
Niagra,
Organ,
Ohio Players,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deakin,
Duran Duran,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grey Daturas,
Drexciya,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minor Threat,
Drive Like Jehu,
Echospace,
Joey Negro,
The Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stiv Bators,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lee Hazlewood,
Iggy Pop,
Ludus,
The Doors,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sexual Harrassment,
Television,
Hasil Adkins,
The Skatalites,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Bar-Kays,
Groovy Waters,
Barrington Levy,
One Last Wish,
KRS-One,
Lou Reed,
Skriet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Grass Roots,
ABBA,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nick Fraelich,
The Real Kids,
Rapeman,
Yellowson,
Electric Prunes,
Throbbing Gristle,
E-Dancer,
The Smoke,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.