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 Dominica and from Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes 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 Smoke 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Soul Sonic Force,
Talk Talk,
Section 25,
Spoonie Gee,
Altered Images,
the Association,
Can,
Bill Near,
The Dead C,
X-101,
Parry Music,
EPMD,
Delta 5,
Guru Guru,
Pere Ubu,
Roy Ayers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Stooges,
Bootsy Collins,
In Retrospect,
Gang Starr,
Bad Manners,
The Knickerbockers,
Neil Young,
Tubeway Army,
Little Man,
the Slits,
The Human League,
Oneida,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Quando Quango,
The Last Poets,
World's Most,
Black Bananas,
Dave Gahan,
T.S.O.L.,
Icehouse,
The Fire Engines,
Scion,
The Victims,
Hasil Adkins,
Easy Going,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Porter Ricks,
Joensuu 1685,
Connie Case,
This Heat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The United States of America,
Bobby Byrd,
Avey Tare,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minutemen,
Pagans,
Lindisfarne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Bar-Kays,
The Young Rascals,
The Slits,
John Foxx,
Deakin,
Janne Schatter,
Eden Ahbez,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.