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 Albania and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba 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 Ultimate Spinach to the grime 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joe Smooth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Terry Callier,
The Knickerbockers,
Television,
Fad Gadget,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Association,
Warren Ellis,
Slave,
Blake Baxter,
Wally Richardson,
Eddi Front,
Iggy Pop,
OOIOO,
Sandy B,
Unrelated Segments,
The Blues Magoos,
Crooked Eye,
Ludus,
U.S. Maple,
Grandmaster Flash,
48th St. Collective,
Man Parrish,
The Residents,
Eden Ahbez,
Johnny Osbourne,
KRS-One,
The Victims,
Spandau Ballet,
Funky Four + One,
Susan Cadogan,
Lakeside,
Hot Snakes,
China Crisis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soft Machine,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pet Shop Boys,
Altered Images,
MC5,
Pagans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Royal Trux,
Tubeway Army,
DNA,
Mr. Review,
Wire,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bush Tetras,
The Red Krayola,
Swell Maps,
UT,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Slits,
Minny Pops,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.