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 Nigeria and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 Judy Mowatt to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Arthur Verocai,
Amazonics,
Mantronix,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Q and Not U,
Supertramp,
Black Pus,
X-102,
UT,
The Sonics,
Second Layer,
Joey Negro,
Main Source,
Panda Bear,
Shuggie Otis,
Scrapy,
Ronan,
Outsiders,
Ralphi Rosario,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bluetip,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rakim,
Jacques Brel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Whodini,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Radiohead,
The Gories,
Ponytail,
Alison Limerick,
Visage,
The Associates,
Mark Hollis,
Al Stewart,
Cluster,
Yusef Lateef,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tubeway Army,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Terry Callier,
Symarip,
Pulsallama,
Desert Stars,
Au Pairs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Monks,
the Bar-Kays,
Sex Pistols,
Tomorrow,
Heaven 17,
Joensuu 1685,
Babytalk,
Unwound,
Interpol,
Matthew Halsall,
Faust,
Lou Reed,
Easy Going,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.