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 Namibia and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Radio Birdman to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Juan Atkins,
The Vogues,
Parry Music,
Rufus Thomas,
Crash Course in Science,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Residents,
Bang On A Can,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Boz Scaggs,
X-Ray Spex,
Iggy Pop,
The Doors,
The Fortunes,
Gang Starr,
Electric Prunes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Little Man,
The American Breed,
The Selecter,
Suicide,
Tubeway Army,
Eurythmics,
Oneida,
Lalann,
Amazonics,
Delta 5,
Dennis Brown,
Curtis Mayfield,
Susan Cadogan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
David McCallum,
Grauzone,
The Angels of Light,
New Age Steppers,
Pantytec,
Half Japanese,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pere Ubu,
Dave Gahan,
One Last Wish,
Soul II Soul,
Roxette,
Deadbeat,
Alton Ellis,
LL Cool J,
Cymande,
Model 500,
Sonic Youth,
Lyres,
Pussy Galore,
The Young Rascals,
Sex Pistols,
MDC,
Gang of Four,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eddi Front,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.