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 Senegal and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord 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 Sun Ra to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rekid,
The Zeros,
Khruangbin,
Barclay James Harvest,
Monolake,
Fatback Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Bar-Kays,
John Holt,
Interpol,
Heaven 17,
Wolf Eyes,
Procol Harum,
Echospace,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marshall Jefferson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Darondo,
In Retrospect,
Arab on Radar,
DNA,
Neu!,
Sight & Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Franke,
The Martian,
Warsaw,
Popol Vuh,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
U.S. Maple,
Isaac Hayes,
The Divine Comedy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marmalade,
Altered Images,
Jacques Brel,
Fad Gadget,
Reagan Youth,
Dennis Brown,
Soft Cell,
The Fugs,
Magma,
the Normal,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Christie,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hasil Adkins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
X-102,
Icehouse,
Pylon,
Blossom Toes,
Roy Ayers,
The Pretty Things,
FM Einheit,
Pere Ubu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Anakelly,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.