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 Sudan and from Spokane.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Black Pus to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Soft Cell,
Avey Tare,
Yusef Lateef,
Harry Pussy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Kinks,
Suicide,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Reed,
The Moody Blues,
These Immortal Souls,
Eve St. Jones,
MC5,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Josef K,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cybotron,
The Tremeloes,
Idris Muhammad,
Hasil Adkins,
Saccharine Trust,
Altered Images,
AZ,
The Selecter,
Fad Gadget,
The Electric Prunes,
Metal Thangz,
Glenn Branca,
Brand Nubian,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Adolescents,
The Five Americans,
MDC,
Newcleus,
Flamin' Groovies,
Agitation Free,
48th St. Collective,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
K-Klass,
Aaron Thompson,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Dave Clark Five,
Johnny Clarke,
Soft Machine,
Das Ding,
X-101,
Motorama,
Warsaw,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Todd Rundgren,
Anakelly,
Deepchord,
Make Up,
Qualms,
Tears for Fears,
Pylon,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.