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 Tajikistan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare 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 10cc to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
The Modern Lovers,
Q65,
the Slits,
Make Up,
Lightning Bolt,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Byrd,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cameo,
Pierre Henry,
The Toasters,
Mission of Burma,
Rapeman,
Jeff Mills,
Joe Smooth,
The New Christs,
Spoonie Gee,
Saccharine Trust,
B.T. Express,
Masters at Work,
Peter and Kerry,
The Names,
Jawbox,
The Move,
The Young Rascals,
Tim Buckley,
Khruangbin,
Aaron Thompson,
Essential Logic,
Guru Guru,
Barbara Tucker,
The Grass Roots,
Patti Smith,
The Index,
Johnny Osbourne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Suicide,
Black Bananas,
The Buckinghams,
Tomorrow,
Quando Quango,
The Mojo Men,
Bauhaus,
the Sonics,
Malaria!,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Technova,
Alison Limerick,
Scientists,
Joey Negro,
World's Most,
DJ Style,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
David McCallum,
Derrick Morgan,
Ronnie Foster,
Mr. Review,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bizarre Inc.,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gun Club,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.