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 Cyprus and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Unwound to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Surgeon,
Easy Going,
Tears for Fears,
X-102,
Ornette Coleman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Henry Cow,
The Searchers,
New York Dolls,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gap Band,
Gichy Dan,
Al Stewart,
Steve Hackett,
Procol Harum,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joey Negro,
Charles Mingus,
Todd Rundgren,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
James White and The Blacks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Glambeats Corp.,
Althea and Donna,
Country Teasers,
Ituana,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Subhumans,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Trojans,
Gang of Four,
Gong,
Robert Görl,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gladiators,
Barrington Levy,
Scan 7,
Rhythm & Sound,
UT,
Accadde A,
The Young Rascals,
The Seeds,
The Golliwogs,
Minor Threat,
The Standells,
Trumans Water,
Ronan,
Sparks,
Todd Terry,
Moby Grape,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Radiopuhelimet,
Electric Prunes,
Guru Guru,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alton Ellis,
Crash Course in Science,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gories,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.