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 Cyprus and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 The Modern Lovers to the grime 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins 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?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Neon Judgement,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
These Immortal Souls,
Country Teasers,
Mo-Dettes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camberwell Now,
Young Marble Giants,
The Moody Blues,
Theoretical Girls,
Mr. Review,
Ultravox,
The Gladiators,
Bootsy Collins,
Hot Snakes,
The Human League,
Trumans Water,
Icehouse,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Urselle,
Altered Images,
Scott Walker,
The Grass Roots,
Bill Near,
The Smiths,
Japan,
John Holt,
Andrew Hill,
Sight & Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Technova,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Moby Grape,
The United States of America,
Alice Coltrane,
Radiopuhelimet,
Unrelated Segments,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Monks,
Marmalade,
Motorama,
Popol Vuh,
Guru Guru,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Invisible,
Eddi Front,
Ronnie Foster,
Eden Ahbez,
Lungfish,
Arthur Verocai,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Depeche Mode,
Minor Threat,
One Last Wish,
Darondo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Masters at Work,
The Move,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.