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 Kuwait and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Robert Görl 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sex Pistols,
Don Cherry,
Zapp,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lucky Dragons,
June of 44,
the Sonics,
Japan,
La Düsseldorf,
Quantec,
The Monks,
Andrew Hill,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bad Manners,
Joey Negro,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Shoche,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Unwound,
The Golliwogs,
L. Decosne,
Mandrill,
Stetsasonic,
The Fortunes,
Davy DMX,
Radio Birdman,
Pantaleimon,
Eddi Front,
Metal Thangz,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dave Gahan,
Alton Ellis,
Groovy Waters,
The Music Machine,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bauhaus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Remains,
Slave,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Normal,
Tears for Fears,
Bang On A Can,
Minnie Riperton,
Cluster,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Tremeloes,
T.S.O.L.,
Nico,
Mad Mike,
Maleditus Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
This Heat,
Swans,
Desert Stars,
Dead Boys,
X-102,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Sound,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.