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 Venezuela and from Houston.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Glenn Branca to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Deakin,
Zero Boys,
cv313,
Kerri Chandler,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lalann,
Smog,
The Smiths,
Henry Cow,
Roxette,
JFA,
Alice Coltrane,
The Last Poets,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gap Band,
the Association,
Black Pus,
Symarip,
New Order,
Crooked Eye,
Pulsallama,
Joey Negro,
Rekid,
Sonic Youth,
John Cale,
Radio Birdman,
Kas Product,
Prince Buster,
The Velvet Underground,
The Music Machine,
Silicon Teens,
X-102,
Sun City Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
Guru Guru,
Faust,
Television Personalities,
Aswad,
Crispian St. Peters,
Andrew Hill,
Gregory Isaacs,
Quantec,
Cal Tjader,
Dennis Brown,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Associates,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Anakelly,
The New Christs,
D'Angelo,
John Holt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tropical Tobacco,
Livin' Joy,
Audionom,
FM Einheit,
Babytalk,
Boz Scaggs,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Index,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.