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 Somalia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Marshall Jefferson,
Moss Icon,
Duran Duran,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Neil Young,
Jawbox,
Mad Mike,
Derrick May,
the Soft Cell,
The Smoke,
Brand Nubian,
D'Angelo,
Mission of Burma,
Kayak,
Surgeon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
DNA,
Faraquet,
Public Enemy,
Brothers Johnson,
The Red Krayola,
The Detroit Cobras,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fugs,
R.M.O.,
The Remains,
Whodini,
This Heat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Wake,
Harmonia,
Todd Terry,
Rites of Spring,
The Misunderstood,
Livin' Joy,
Rod Modell,
Cymande,
The J.B.'s,
X-Ray Spex,
Eric Dolphy,
Scott Walker,
The Index,
Circle Jerks,
Average White Band,
The Gories,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bizarre Inc.,
X-101,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Slackers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Grass Roots,
CMW,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Shuggie Otis,
the Association,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.