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 Ireland and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Victims to the dance 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ossler,
Connie Case,
Zapp,
Kenny Larkin,
Pulsallama,
Aswad,
Royal Trux,
The Happenings,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Urselle,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joyce Sims,
Soft Machine,
Josef K,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Au Pairs,
The Gap Band,
48th St. Collective,
The Buckinghams,
Babytalk,
the Germs,
Sparks,
The Gladiators,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Reed,
Neil Young,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kayak,
Roxette,
Ice-T,
Mission of Burma,
Das Ding,
Mandrill,
The Human League,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Khruangbin,
Niagra,
Sun City Girls,
The Misunderstood,
Simply Red,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mr. Review,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Seeds,
The Last Poets,
The Invisible,
Kerri Chandler,
the Fania All-Stars,
Young Marble Giants,
The Dirtbombs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The United States of America,
Outsiders,
Dual Sessions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Yaz,
The Sonics,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.