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 Namibia and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Loose Ends to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yaz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Agent Orange,
Throbbing Gristle,
Althea and Donna,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Banda Bassotti,
Ice-T,
Au Pairs,
Grauzone,
Roger Hodgson,
The Zeros,
Al Stewart,
Swans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Selecter,
Sight & Sound,
Magma,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Index,
Amazonics,
Babytalk,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Johnny Clarke,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roy Ayers,
Monks,
the Swans,
Ituana,
Brothers Johnson,
Kayak,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mr. Review,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dual Sessions,
Sam Rivers,
The Moleskins,
Groovy Waters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Simply Red,
Theoretical Girls,
Ronan,
Aloha Tigers,
The New Christs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kurtis Blow,
Buzzcocks,
Deepchord,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Procol Harum,
Magazine,
Morten Harket,
New Age Steppers,
Unrelated Segments,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lyres,
Lee Hazlewood,
Audionom,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.