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 Oman and from London.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ 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 Matthew Bourne to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mission of Burma,
the Association,
Joyce Sims,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Can,
The Gun Club,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cluster,
Quantec,
Pere Ubu,
Simply Red,
Flash Fearless,
Arab on Radar,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Neon Judgement,
Fugazi,
Rakim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Oblivians,
Q65,
Amazonics,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dark Day,
Gil Scott Heron,
Main Source,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dead Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
The Wake,
R.M.O.,
Newcleus,
Bauhaus,
10cc,
Crash Course in Science,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scion,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Flag,
Eden Ahbez,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Swans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nas,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Pus,
Wings,
Livin' Joy,
The Names,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Youth Brigade,
The Offenders,
Ultra Naté,
This Heat,
The Birthday Party,
Cheater Slicks,
Lyres,
Don Cherry,
The Remains,
Warren Ellis,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.