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 Yemen and from Edmonton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Roger Hodgson,
Public Enemy,
Bluetip,
Blake Baxter,
The J.B.'s,
Spoonie Gee,
Das Ding,
UT,
The Count Five,
The Detroit Cobras,
Massinfluence,
Kayak,
X-Ray Spex,
Siglo XX,
Neu!,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Spandau Ballet,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Happenings,
The Black Dice,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Evens,
Kerri Chandler,
Johnny Osbourne,
Inner City,
The Gun Club,
Freddie Wadling,
Quantec,
Bob Dylan,
Yusef Lateef,
Mantronix,
Y Pants,
Marvin Gaye,
Q65,
Derrick May,
Intrusion,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
a-ha,
Flamin' Groovies,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Red Krayola,
Crime,
Peter & Gordon,
Livin' Joy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Moebius,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lalo Schifrin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
One Last Wish,
Reagan Youth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DJ Sneak,
Judy Mowatt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Susan Cadogan,
Lucky Dragons,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Funkadelic,
Subhumans,
Jandek,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.