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 Russia and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dead Boys to the grime 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aloha Tigers,
Los Fastidios,
John Cale,
The Martian,
Stetsasonic,
Make Up,
K-Klass,
The Names,
Joe Finger,
Sound Behaviour,
U.S. Maple,
Infiniti,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
cv313,
Slave,
Lindisfarne,
Q65,
The Skatalites,
Camouflage,
Schoolly D,
Faust,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minor Threat,
Ponytail,
Albert Ayler,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lalo Schifrin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
These Immortal Souls,
Lightning Bolt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Human League,
Minny Pops,
Faraquet,
Pierre Henry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scrapy,
Piero Umiliani,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sight & Sound,
Pagans,
JFA,
Pussy Galore,
The Motions,
Excepter,
Eric Copeland,
Symarip,
Oblivians,
Nils Olav,
The Smiths,
Wasted Youth,
Fela Kuti,
Lou Christie,
Eve St. Jones,
Kool Moe Dee,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.