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 Egypt and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Holger Czukay 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 The Sound to the grunge 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lucky Dragons,
Kaleidoscope,
Andrew Hill,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Main Source,
The Moleskins,
Liliput,
Jerry's Kids,
Nico,
Flipper,
The Seeds,
the Soft Cell,
Echospace,
The Slackers,
B.T. Express,
Silicon Teens,
Kurtis Blow,
The Star Department,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Peter & Gordon,
Smog,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Moody Blues,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barry Ungar,
Eric Copeland,
John Holt,
Wire,
Ultravox,
Prince Buster,
Sonny Sharrock,
Janne Schatter,
Yaz,
cv313,
Subhumans,
Al Stewart,
the Sonics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lungfish,
Kas Product,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bad Manners,
The Cramps,
Bronski Beat,
Tears for Fears,
The Neon Judgement,
Wasted Youth,
Joe Finger,
Todd Rundgren,
Rapeman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Judy Mowatt,
Spoonie Gee,
World's Most,
Connie Case,
AZ,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.