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 Turkey and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the rock 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
The Monks,
The Grass Roots,
Nik Kershaw,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dual Sessions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Basic Channel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Slits,
Neil Young,
Tommy Roe,
Arthur Verocai,
Reuben Wilson,
Vladislav Delay,
Thompson Twins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nirvana,
Kerri Chandler,
Intrusion,
The Doors,
Scientists,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jawbox,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lalann,
The Move,
Radio Birdman,
The Golliwogs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Infiniti,
Ultravox,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Coltrane,
Davy DMX,
Reagan Youth,
Yaz,
The Last Poets,
Hot Snakes,
Mars,
Ultimate Spinach,
Guru Guru,
Sarah Menescal,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
Massinfluence,
Public Enemy,
Scion,
Pantytec,
Inner City,
Robert Hood,
The Cure,
Charles Mingus,
The Moleskins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fad Gadget,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.