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 Monaco and from Manchester.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the electroclash 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang of Four,
Josef K,
Y Pants,
The Seeds,
Reagan Youth,
The Cowsills,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eric Copeland,
The Grass Roots,
Joe Smooth,
E-Dancer,
Warren Ellis,
Blancmange,
Adolescents,
Arab on Radar,
Country Teasers,
Leonard Cohen,
Scratch Acid,
The Golliwogs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Average White Band,
Peter and Kerry,
The Kinks,
The Beau Brummels,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Avey Tare,
Gabor Szabo,
T. Rex,
Marc Almond,
Yaz,
Alphaville,
Pharoah Sanders,
Parry Music,
the Germs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brick,
Nirvana,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Negative Approach,
Gang Green,
Glenn Branca,
Andrew Hill,
The Slackers,
Hot Snakes,
Morten Harket,
The Mojo Men,
Popol Vuh,
Crooked Eye,
Colin Newman,
The Durutti Column,
Dead Boys,
The Smoke,
Mandrill,
Newcleus,
Bronski Beat,
Ultravox,
The Black Dice,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.