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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe 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 London Community Gospel Choir 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Heaven 17,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rotary Connection,
Agitation Free,
The Slits,
The Modern Lovers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deakin,
Organ,
The New Christs,
The Slackers,
New York Dolls,
Freddie Wadling,
The Searchers,
Audionom,
The Neon Judgement,
Todd Terry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nick Fraelich,
Warsaw,
KRS-One,
Metal Thangz,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cowsills,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Byrd,
Michelle Simonal,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Angels of Light,
Q65,
Japan,
MDC,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Bar-Kays,
Sugar Minott,
Kevin Saunderson,
Adolescents,
Mary Jane Girls,
Max Romeo,
June Days,
Faraquet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sarah Menescal,
La Düsseldorf,
Fugazi,
Bobby Womack,
The Walker Brothers,
Absolute Body Control,
Television Personalities,
Dave Gahan,
Henry Cow,
The Happenings,
Graham Central Station,
Delon & Dalcan,
X-101,
The Mummies,
Groovy Waters,
Toni Rubio,
Tropical Tobacco,
Peter & Gordon,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.