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 Germany and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar 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 Drexciya to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Jeru the Damaja,
Siglo XX,
Y Pants,
Jacques Brel,
Drive Like Jehu,
Essential Logic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Dave Clark Five,
Masters at Work,
Symarip,
Supertramp,
Section 25,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rites of Spring,
Skaos,
Funky Four + One,
Alison Limerick,
Nils Olav,
Mark Hollis,
Henry Cow,
Dennis Brown,
The Vogues,
The Neon Judgement,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Normal,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bush Tetras,
Monks,
Bronski Beat,
Soulsonic Force,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Moody Blues,
Alice Coltrane,
Leonard Cohen,
Duran Duran,
Faraquet,
Can,
Judy Mowatt,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fear,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Monolake,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Erasure,
Wolf Eyes,
Todd Terry,
Severed Heads,
Lightning Bolt,
Ken Boothe,
The Mojo Men,
Agitation Free,
The Music Machine,
Piero Umiliani,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
KRS-One,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Shuggie Otis,
World's Most,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.