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 Lesotho and from Mumbai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Spoonie Gee to the disco 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pagans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sarah Menescal,
Patti Smith,
Royal Trux,
The Selecter,
Bluetip,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dual Sessions,
F. McDonald,
Visage,
X-101,
Mo-Dettes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Severed Heads,
The Tremeloes,
K-Klass,
Shuggie Otis,
The Litter,
The Blues Magoos,
The Durutti Column,
Cluster,
The Beau Brummels,
UT,
Byron Stingily,
The Saints,
Juan Atkins,
T.S.O.L.,
Avey Tare,
Lalann,
Dark Day,
Absolute Body Control,
Neu!,
Tim Buckley,
Glambeats Corp.,
Delta 5,
Suburban Knight,
Wings,
Wire,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wally Richardson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scion,
Pantytec,
Lou Christie,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cheater Slicks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scientists,
Index,
X-102,
The Dead C,
Frankie Knuckles,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lucky Dragons,
Todd Rundgren,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.