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 Malaysia and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Swans to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Zapp,
Mr. Review,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gap Band,
Blossom Toes,
The Happenings,
The Techniques,
Moss Icon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Agent Orange,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wasted Youth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sonic Youth,
Whodini,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Funky Four + One,
The Zeros,
Sandy B,
Masters at Work,
Neu!,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Interpol,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Womack,
Smog,
F. McDonald,
Quando Quango,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mission of Burma,
The Fuzztones,
Bill Wells,
Rod Modell,
Godley & Creme,
Lower 48,
Crispian St. Peters,
Panda Bear,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fear,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lalann,
Lakeside,
The Doors,
The Last Poets,
D'Angelo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nick Fraelich,
Talk Talk,
Gichy Dan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nas,
Todd Rundgren,
Rotary Connection,
Kevin Saunderson,
Robert Wyatt,
Silicon Teens,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ornette Coleman,
The Victims,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.