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 Armenia and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Arthur Verocai to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Eli Mardock,
The Modern Lovers,
The Doobie Brothers,
ABC,
The Fire Engines,
Gang Gang Dance,
Matthew Halsall,
Livin' Joy,
Pierre Henry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sonic Youth,
Bill Wells,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Reed,
DJ Style,
The Skatalites,
Tres Demented,
Bush Tetras,
Von Mondo,
Siglo XX,
Pagans,
Charles Mingus,
A Certain Ratio,
The Residents,
Japan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Drexciya,
Don Cherry,
Andrew Hill,
Roger Hodgson,
The Golliwogs,
Reuben Wilson,
Thee Headcoats,
Mr. Review,
Oblivians,
Nils Olav,
Darondo,
Crooked Eye,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Outsiders,
Gerry Rafferty,
Visage,
Camouflage,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Zero Boys,
Prince Buster,
Joe Smooth,
Toni Rubio,
Lindisfarne,
Blake Baxter,
Spandau Ballet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Buzzcocks,
The Names,
Heaven 17,
The Tremeloes,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.