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 Swaziland and from Taipei.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum 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 Bad Manners to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Erasure,
Cameo,
Derrick May,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Spandau Ballet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ossler,
H. Thieme,
Gerry Rafferty,
New Order,
the Soft Cell,
Delta 5,
Skriet,
Drexciya,
Minnie Riperton,
Country Teasers,
Marmalade,
Judy Mowatt,
Hashim,
Adolescents,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang Starr,
Grey Daturas,
Oneida,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jacob Miller,
Minny Pops,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Albert Ayler,
The Durutti Column,
Crispy Ambulance,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Panda Bear,
Groovy Waters,
Andrew Hill,
the Swans,
Silicon Teens,
Cheater Slicks,
Pylon,
Kenny Larkin,
Roxy Music,
Minutemen,
The Slits,
Excepter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scion,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Electric Prunes,
Hasil Adkins,
Harry Pussy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sonic Youth,
Das Ding,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.