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 Uganda and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet 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 Toni Rubio to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Aaron Thompson,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Terry Callier,
Soft Cell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Nik Kershaw,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pantytec,
Drexciya,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Zapp,
Hasil Adkins,
Marmalade,
The Residents,
Suicide,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ossler,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kenny Larkin,
Lalann,
Johnny Osbourne,
Arcadia,
Black Pus,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eurythmics,
Rotary Connection,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Last Poets,
Fad Gadget,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Byrd,
Rekid,
Harmonia,
Derrick May,
The Neon Judgement,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Martian,
Bauhaus,
The Monochrome Set,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jawbox,
the Normal,
KRS-One,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Amazonics,
Al Stewart,
Josef K,
Babytalk,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ronnie Foster,
Stockholm Monsters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Moleskins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Basic Channel,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.