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 Cambodia and from Edmonton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 David Bowie 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 Smoke to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
The Selecter,
Dave Gahan,
The Misunderstood,
The Red Krayola,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Erykah Badu,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Trojans,
Patti Smith,
Stiv Bators,
Wire,
Severed Heads,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Kinks,
John Foxx,
Ken Boothe,
Essential Logic,
Pagans,
Suburban Knight,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Christie,
Mo-Dettes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mad Mike,
Eddi Front,
Sister Nancy,
Sun Ra,
Bootsy Collins,
Little Man,
Janne Schatter,
Max Romeo,
Saccharine Trust,
F. McDonald,
Wally Richardson,
The Zeros,
Scion,
Glambeats Corp.,
Junior Murvin,
Todd Rundgren,
Tom Boy,
Hoover,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hardrive,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Procol Harum,
The Gap Band,
Talk Talk,
Symarip,
Panda Bear,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Vainqueur,
Joyce Sims,
Black Sheep,
Absolute Body Control,
Bill Near,
Robert Hood,
The Black Dice,
Urselle,
Idris Muhammad,
Underground Resistance,
Maleditus Sound,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.