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 Peru and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 The Dirtbombs 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Motorama,
Black Pus,
Derrick Morgan,
Adolescents,
Sun Ra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ronan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Morten Harket,
The Grass Roots,
Terry Callier,
Alice Coltrane,
Radiohead,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Chris Corsano,
Ossler,
Scan 7,
X-102,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Al Stewart,
Monks,
B.T. Express,
Nick Fraelich,
E-Dancer,
Sun City Girls,
Desert Stars,
Suburban Knight,
Joyce Sims,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Warsaw,
The Fortunes,
Wally Richardson,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Christie,
Symarip,
Youth Brigade,
Joe Smooth,
Byron Stingily,
Roger Hodgson,
The J.B.'s,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barbara Tucker,
The Vogues,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Names,
The Martian,
Panda Bear,
Procol Harum,
Moebius,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joy Division,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mary Jane Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Beau Brummels,
Jeff Lynne,
Thompson Twins,
Babytalk,
Sight & Sound,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.