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 Madagascar and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ 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 Warren Ellis to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Bill Wells,
Moss Icon,
Leonard Cohen,
Kas Product,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Metal Thangz,
DNA,
Ossler,
Black Flag,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Minny Pops,
Procol Harum,
The Birthday Party,
Con Funk Shun,
Josef K,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nation of Ulysses,
Theoretical Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Doors,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lucky Dragons,
The Sonics,
Marmalade,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fatback Band,
Gang Starr,
the Slits,
Youth Brigade,
The Gladiators,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Flesh Eaters,
L. Decosne,
Suburban Knight,
Sun Ra,
Pere Ubu,
Massinfluence,
Minutemen,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lyres,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rites of Spring,
Niagra,
The Blackbyrds,
Blancmange,
Spandau Ballet,
Model 500,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Circle Jerks,
The Moody Blues,
Amon Düül II,
The Residents,
Freddie Wadling,
Soul II Soul,
Boz Scaggs,
Spoonie Gee,
Juan Atkins,
The Remains,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.