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 Palau and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Bill Near,
The Wake,
The Motions,
KRS-One,
Ornette Coleman,
Mo-Dettes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Quantec,
Monks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Index,
Minny Pops,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Five Americans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Swell Maps,
David Axelrod,
Gang Starr,
Scan 7,
The Smiths,
Morten Harket,
Gang of Four,
Thee Headcoats,
Moss Icon,
R.M.O.,
The Gun Club,
Bob Dylan,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Reed,
Severed Heads,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jimmy McGriff,
DNA,
A Certain Ratio,
The Dead C,
Maurizio,
Von Mondo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Piero Umiliani,
The Residents,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Mummies,
Adolescents,
Metal Thangz,
The Gladiators,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Reuben Wilson,
Quadrant,
The Last Poets,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bang On A Can,
Eden Ahbez,
Marc Almond,
Nirvana,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.