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 Belize and from Shanghai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare 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 The Moleskins to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Marmalade,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Arcadia,
Boz Scaggs,
Wire,
Todd Rundgren,
Grandmaster Flash,
Michelle Simonal,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Busters,
Gichy Dan,
Andrew Hill,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Colin Newman,
John Cale,
Boredoms,
Dave Gahan,
Fat Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
Khruangbin,
Steve Hackett,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Audionom,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Royal Trux,
Barrington Levy,
Bad Manners,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cameo,
Mission of Burma,
48th St. Collective,
Barclay James Harvest,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
New Order,
Hasil Adkins,
Quadrant,
The Knickerbockers,
Erykah Badu,
Interpol,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bill Near,
Don Cherry,
Derrick Morgan,
Porter Ricks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pylon,
Severed Heads,
The Techniques,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Urselle,
Ponytail,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Livin' Joy,
Stiv Bators,
Black Sheep,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Amazonics,
Howard Jones,
Dawn Penn,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.