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 Guatemala and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Spokane.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bill Near to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Count Five,
E-Dancer,
Lakeside,
Toni Rubio,
a-ha,
Man Parrish,
Ronan,
EPMD,
The Toasters,
The Saints,
Talk Talk,
World's Most,
Heaven 17,
UT,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mantronix,
Surgeon,
Scientists,
David Bowie,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Warsaw,
Mars,
Althea and Donna,
Sound Behaviour,
the Germs,
Black Pus,
Lyres,
The Happenings,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eurythmics,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Byrd,
the Swans,
The Gun Club,
Quadrant,
James White and The Blacks,
The Pretty Things,
Dead Boys,
Supertramp,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Q and Not U,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jandek,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dual Sessions,
Henry Cow,
June of 44,
Amon Düül,
Ice-T,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
These Immortal Souls,
Tears for Fears,
Funkadelic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aswad,
Joe Smooth,
Ultravox,
Simply Red,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.