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 Singapore and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
David Bowie,
The Evens,
Joy Division,
B.T. Express,
Marmalade,
Isaac Hayes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Carl Craig,
The Last Poets,
Crooked Eye,
Rites of Spring,
Saccharine Trust,
Cameo,
Ronnie Foster,
Robert Görl,
the Slits,
The Smoke,
Howard Jones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Desert Stars,
Josef K,
Nas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Goldenarms,
Half Japanese,
Subhumans,
New York Dolls,
X-102,
The Trojans,
Bush Tetras,
Rekid,
Royal Trux,
The J.B.'s,
Accadde A,
The Sonics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
ABC,
Lungfish,
Sound Behaviour,
The Residents,
Mantronix,
The Vogues,
Pulsallama,
The Knickerbockers,
Sarah Menescal,
The Divine Comedy,
A Certain Ratio,
Smog,
Intrusion,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soft Cell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minutemen,
June Days,
Delon & Dalcan,
Absolute Body Control,
Gil Scott Heron,
Moebius,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.