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 Somalia and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the rap 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
The Toasters,
Alison Limerick,
The Trojans,
Skaos,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sister Nancy,
The Remains,
Oneida,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Livin' Joy,
Ohio Players,
Half Japanese,
The Grass Roots,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fortunes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bronski Beat,
the Human League,
Porter Ricks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scrapy,
Minutemen,
The Blackbyrds,
Rosa Yemen,
Q and Not U,
Hasil Adkins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jeff Lynne,
Amon Düül II,
Crispian St. Peters,
E-Dancer,
Young Marble Giants,
One Last Wish,
Au Pairs,
Peter and Kerry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Wake,
Fluxion,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Electric Prunes,
Hoover,
Joe Smooth,
Patti Smith,
Scion,
a-ha,
Das Ding,
Howard Jones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Audionom,
Agent Orange,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crispy Ambulance,
Theoretical Girls,
U.S. Maple,
Roxy Music,
The Count Five,
cv313,
The Names,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.