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 Sudan and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Motorama to the funk 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eve St. Jones,
The Beau Brummels,
Lalann,
Lou Reed,
Johnny Osbourne,
Desert Stars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Count Five,
Radiohead,
Slave,
The Birthday Party,
New Age Steppers,
Public Enemy,
Television Personalities,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fluxion,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Durutti Column,
Gabor Szabo,
Slick Rick,
Ituana,
Sällskapet,
Make Up,
Niagra,
Prince Buster,
Camouflage,
K-Klass,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bill Wells,
X-101,
Procol Harum,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Buzzcocks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dual Sessions,
Kurtis Blow,
Dawn Penn,
Chrome,
Sixth Finger,
Supertramp,
The Knickerbockers,
Marc Almond,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Germs,
Lindisfarne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Chris & Cosey,
China Crisis,
ABC,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wolf Eyes,
The Doors,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Technova,
Bronski Beat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.