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 Algeria and from Jakarta.
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 Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin 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 Ohio Players to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Sex Pistols,
Sister Nancy,
Zero Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Trojans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Liliput,
Animal Collective,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nirvana,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Amon Düül II,
Royal Trux,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ludus,
Goldenarms,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Josef K,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Todd Rundgren,
Steve Hackett,
Marvin Gaye,
Marine Girls,
Ituana,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yusef Lateef,
Ornette Coleman,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cybotron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Evens,
June Days,
The Modern Lovers,
Massinfluence,
Joyce Sims,
The Sound,
John Foxx,
Andrew Hill,
Suburban Knight,
Soul II Soul,
Cheater Slicks,
Wolf Eyes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Monks,
Pole,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Patti Smith,
Fear,
John Coltrane,
Youth Brigade,
Faust,
The Kinks,
Tubeway Army,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Byrd,
Spandau Ballet,
The Dead C,
Scientists,
Hashim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.