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 Germany 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet 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 Albert Ayler to the electroclash 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a marimba 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 chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
OOIOO,
Hasil Adkins,
Darondo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kool Moe Dee,
Iggy Pop,
Quando Quango,
The Count Five,
Infiniti,
T. Rex,
Porter Ricks,
Easy Going,
MDC,
Suburban Knight,
The Seeds,
Au Pairs,
Little Man,
Donald Byrd,
Zapp,
Cheater Slicks,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Swans,
The Pretty Things,
Terrestrial Tones,
X-102,
B.T. Express,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lightning Bolt,
Mandrill,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Swell Maps,
Half Japanese,
Aaron Thompson,
Sound Behaviour,
Roger Hodgson,
Piero Umiliani,
Television Personalities,
Schoolly D,
Rites of Spring,
Jacques Brel,
Sex Pistols,
Gang Green,
Boredoms,
Warsaw,
Trumans Water,
The New Christs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eden Ahbez,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sandy B,
H. Thieme,
Wasted Youth,
the Normal,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Loose Ends,
Bluetip,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rod Modell,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.