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 Micronesia and from Mumbai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Skarface to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Isaac Hayes,
Ronan,
The Slits,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mark Hollis,
Essential Logic,
Steve Hackett,
Connie Case,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kas Product,
Yazoo,
Cymande,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bluetip,
The Misunderstood,
The Cure,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fall,
Hasil Adkins,
Darondo,
Suicide,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minny Pops,
Pagans,
Smog,
The Mummies,
The Doors,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mr. Review,
Zero Boys,
Joey Negro,
Simply Red,
Rekid,
Derrick Morgan,
Clear Light,
Livin' Joy,
Joy Division,
Dawn Penn,
Swell Maps,
Ash Ra Tempel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Normal,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Moebius,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang Green,
Howard Jones,
Supertramp,
Spoonie Gee,
the Human League,
Jacob Miller,
cv313,
Sixth Finger,
the Soft Cell,
Thee Headcoats,
David Bowie,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.