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 Cameroon 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ 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 The Modern Lovers to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Urselle,
Sun Ra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
F. McDonald,
Nirvana,
Godley & Creme,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Gories,
Pantytec,
Todd Rundgren,
Flamin' Groovies,
Alice Coltrane,
Marc Almond,
The Motions,
Rotary Connection,
Electric Prunes,
LL Cool J,
Trumans Water,
Dennis Brown,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Organ,
Pulsallama,
Grey Daturas,
The Seeds,
Sandy B,
The New Christs,
The Five Americans,
Motorama,
Sällskapet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roxette,
David McCallum,
Isaac Hayes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Tremeloes,
The Alarm Clocks,
48th St. Collective,
Wolf Eyes,
DNA,
Adolescents,
ABBA,
Angry Samoans,
Oneida,
The Saints,
Quantec,
Newcleus,
The Slackers,
Robert Hood,
Mantronix,
Stereo Dub,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Country Teasers,
Eurythmics,
Althea and Donna,
Bluetip,
Pussy Galore,
Silicon Teens,
Nik Kershaw,
Matthew Bourne,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.