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 Monaco and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron 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 Johnny Clarke to the disco 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
These Immortal Souls,
June Days,
Joey Negro,
The Sonics,
Tom Boy,
Can,
Pantaleimon,
The Remains,
The Mojo Men,
Inner City,
Eddi Front,
Dawn Penn,
Piero Umiliani,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Pop Group,
Delta 5,
The Stooges,
Faraquet,
Nik Kershaw,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Tremeloes,
Harry Pussy,
Minny Pops,
The Music Machine,
Radio Birdman,
Mark Hollis,
Cameo,
Panda Bear,
Babytalk,
Blancmange,
the Germs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Depeche Mode,
Visage,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ornette Coleman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
June of 44,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Technova,
The Saints,
Fatback Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roger Hodgson,
The Neon Judgement,
Absolute Body Control,
DJ Style,
Metal Thangz,
Brick,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
China Crisis,
Pantytec,
Cluster,
Rod Modell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soft Machine,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Sherman,
The Electric Prunes,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.