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 Uruguay and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar 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 Gerry Rafferty 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bang On A Can,
Fluxion,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kaleidoscope,
Half Japanese,
Slick Rick,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Delon & Dalcan,
FM Einheit,
Sun Ra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hasil Adkins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marine Girls,
June of 44,
Little Man,
This Heat,
The Beau Brummels,
Barrington Levy,
Mandrill,
Minutemen,
The Count Five,
Henry Cow,
Leonard Cohen,
Soul II Soul,
Big Daddy Kane,
Suburban Knight,
John Cale,
Television Personalities,
Cybotron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
X-Ray Spex,
Derrick Morgan,
the Swans,
The Last Poets,
The Monochrome Set,
John Foxx,
New York Dolls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grey Daturas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joey Negro,
Roger Hodgson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Agitation Free,
Swell Maps,
Lindisfarne,
Archie Shepp,
Sugar Minott,
Mad Mike,
Franke,
Girls At Our Best!,
Chris Corsano,
Junior Murvin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brick,
Skaos,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.