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 Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Thee Headcoats to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
48th St. Collective,
Icehouse,
Interpol,
Bobby Womack,
Connie Case,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soul II Soul,
Lucky Dragons,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Half Japanese,
Electric Prunes,
Skarface,
Masters at Work,
The Alarm Clocks,
Outsiders,
Newcleus,
Joyce Sims,
Minny Pops,
Sixth Finger,
Grauzone,
The Gladiators,
Cal Tjader,
Gichy Dan,
Warren Ellis,
Spandau Ballet,
Q65,
Charles Mingus,
New Age Steppers,
The Detroit Cobras,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Derrick Morgan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Main Source,
The Dirtbombs,
the Sonics,
Arthur Verocai,
Unrelated Segments,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Faust,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sister Nancy,
Ronan,
the Soft Cell,
James White and The Blacks,
The Index,
Throbbing Gristle,
Banda Bassotti,
The Searchers,
Bronski Beat,
Joey Negro,
The Moleskins,
Section 25,
Chris Corsano,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fortunes,
David McCallum,
The Leaves,
Prince Buster,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.