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 Andorra and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Suicide to the punk 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Minny Pops,
The Skatalites,
Yazoo,
Kerri Chandler,
The Barracudas,
Deakin,
Cameo,
The Index,
The Fire Engines,
The Black Dice,
Johnny Clarke,
The Velvet Underground,
New York Dolls,
Ituana,
The Stooges,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pierre Henry,
Dual Sessions,
The Leaves,
Josef K,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Section 25,
Neil Young,
Eddi Front,
Amon Düül,
Barrington Levy,
Jeff Lynne,
a-ha,
Cal Tjader,
Average White Band,
The Litter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Swans,
Hoover,
Ohio Players,
Symarip,
Mo-Dettes,
Index,
Andrew Hill,
Qualms,
Peter and Kerry,
X-Ray Spex,
These Immortal Souls,
Hot Snakes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joyce Sims,
Pole,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pylon,
Malaria!,
Von Mondo,
The United States of America,
A Certain Ratio,
The Mojo Men,
The Trojans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alison Limerick,
Warsaw,
Wire,
Slick Rick,
JFA,
Grandmaster Flash,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.