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 Panama and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Soul II Soul to the electroclash 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Neon Judgement,
Tears for Fears,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Davy DMX,
kango's stein massive,
Nation of Ulysses,
Radiohead,
Gichy Dan,
Model 500,
DNA,
Pole,
FM Einheit,
Theoretical Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Real Kids,
Country Teasers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wings,
Bronski Beat,
Tres Demented,
Marvin Gaye,
Roxette,
Sun City Girls,
The Black Dice,
Nik Kershaw,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fire Engines,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lindisfarne,
Amon Düül II,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Erasure,
the Bar-Kays,
Pagans,
Moby Grape,
Hoover,
Jeff Lynne,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Negative Approach,
Clear Light,
Mad Mike,
The Walker Brothers,
James White and The Blacks,
Minnie Riperton,
Absolute Body Control,
The Grass Roots,
Dawn Penn,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Altered Images,
Michelle Simonal,
Kas Product,
The United States of America,
Glenn Branca,
Pussy Galore,
The New Christs,
Desert Stars,
UT,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.