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 Uzbekistan and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Bad Manners to the grime 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hardrive,
The Remains,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Altered Images,
Vainqueur,
Ludus,
Con Funk Shun,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Main Source,
JFA,
New York Dolls,
Lou Christie,
Mark Hollis,
Sam Rivers,
Zapp,
Talk Talk,
Moss Icon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Skatalites,
PIL,
Angry Samoans,
The Fire Engines,
the Germs,
Marvin Gaye,
Porter Ricks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
June Days,
The Young Rascals,
Youth Brigade,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pantaleimon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Swans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jeru the Damaja,
Animal Collective,
Radiohead,
Aswad,
Can,
The Five Americans,
Grey Daturas,
June of 44,
Cecil Taylor,
The Slackers,
Chris & Cosey,
The Moleskins,
K-Klass,
Ultravox,
The Sonics,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mandrill,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Delon & Dalcan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
T.S.O.L.,
Funky Four + One,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.