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 India and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Saccharine Trust,
Sixth Finger,
The Electric Prunes,
Chris & Cosey,
Dennis Brown,
The Neon Judgement,
Roxette,
10cc,
Marmalade,
Patti Smith,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Foxx,
Judy Mowatt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Five Americans,
Skriet,
MC5,
The Remains,
Pharoah Sanders,
Y Pants,
Barrington Levy,
Connie Case,
Half Japanese,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Procol Harum,
Buzzcocks,
Theoretical Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Chris Corsano,
Radiohead,
DJ Style,
Althea and Donna,
Pagans,
the Normal,
The Golliwogs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Vainqueur,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Steve Hackett,
Underground Resistance,
OOIOO,
Sam Rivers,
Suicide,
The Monks,
The Residents,
Lungfish,
Thee Headcoats,
Soul Sonic Force,
Circle Jerks,
Graham Central Station,
The Moody Blues,
Urselle,
Flash Fearless,
Curtis Mayfield,
Talk Talk,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.