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 Portugal and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 Max Romeo to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Josef K,
Alison Limerick,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dead Boys,
DJ Style,
The Knickerbockers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hardrive,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fire Engines,
The Divine Comedy,
the Normal,
The Neon Judgement,
The Buckinghams,
Piero Umiliani,
Nick Fraelich,
The Victims,
The Young Rascals,
kango's stein massive,
Sight & Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
Sister Nancy,
Dawn Penn,
Ultra Naté,
Chris & Cosey,
R.M.O.,
Black Moon,
Erykah Badu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minutemen,
Khruangbin,
Scan 7,
Underground Resistance,
Amon Düül II,
Rosa Yemen,
Chrome,
Goldenarms,
Crooked Eye,
Gang Starr,
Heaven 17,
Scratch Acid,
Pussy Galore,
Loose Ends,
Blossom Toes,
Tom Boy,
Infiniti,
Subhumans,
Easy Going,
UT,
Lucky Dragons,
Das Ding,
Negative Approach,
Amazonics,
Arcadia,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.