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 Pakistan 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet 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 Cheater Slicks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eden Ahbez,
Marcia Griffiths,
Circle Jerks,
Bush Tetras,
John Holt,
Make Up,
Wire,
Vladislav Delay,
Chris Corsano,
R.M.O.,
Newcleus,
The Detroit Cobras,
Agitation Free,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Motions,
Flipper,
The Gladiators,
Yellowson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cure,
Rosa Yemen,
Brick,
The Gories,
Roxy Music,
Wings,
Yusef Lateef,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aural Exciters,
Hot Snakes,
Easy Going,
Rufus Thomas,
Quando Quango,
These Immortal Souls,
Maurizio,
Technova,
Dark Day,
The Buckinghams,
The Raincoats,
Slick Rick,
Babytalk,
Zapp,
Wolf Eyes,
The Walker Brothers,
Unrelated Segments,
The Kinks,
Suburban Knight,
The Shadows of Knight,
Reuben Wilson,
Grey Daturas,
H. Thieme,
The Mummies,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
48th St. Collective,
Sarah Menescal,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.