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 Tonga and from Edmonton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar 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 Mo-Dettes to the grunge 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
OOIOO,
Marmalade,
Albert Ayler,
Beasts of Bourbon,
CMW,
Sight & Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
Bang On A Can,
Rotary Connection,
Procol Harum,
The Cowsills,
Quadrant,
Mission of Burma,
Thee Headcoats,
The Monochrome Set,
Ronan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Das Ding,
Scan 7,
The Cramps,
Bootsy Collins,
The Kinks,
Ultravox,
Mark Hollis,
Motorama,
Yellowson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Angry Samoans,
Stereo Dub,
Patti Smith,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Flamin' Groovies,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Funkadelic,
The Toasters,
Excepter,
New Order,
Thompson Twins,
Aswad,
Sparks,
Inner City,
EPMD,
Average White Band,
Sarah Menescal,
World's Most,
Reuben Wilson,
Q65,
Tropical Tobacco,
Banda Bassotti,
Cal Tjader,
Jeff Lynne,
Cameo,
Dennis Brown,
The Sound,
The Star Department,
Wolf Eyes,
Mr. Review,
10cc,
Kaleidoscope,
Basic Channel,
The Divine Comedy,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.