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 Micronesia and from Bremen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum 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 Pussy Galore to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron 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 oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Thompson Twins,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Toasters,
Royal Trux,
H. Thieme,
Suicide,
Cal Tjader,
Soul II Soul,
The Gun Club,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Monks,
Visage,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sällskapet,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lucky Dragons,
U.S. Maple,
Pole,
the Germs,
Robert Hood,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Lydon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fela Kuti,
Mo-Dettes,
Alison Limerick,
Marmalade,
Carl Craig,
The Five Americans,
Amon Düül II,
Darondo,
Bob Dylan,
Pere Ubu,
Minnie Riperton,
Malaria!,
Bluetip,
The Black Dice,
Mantronix,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tubeway Army,
Agitation Free,
Charles Mingus,
T.S.O.L.,
James White and The Blacks,
Juan Atkins,
Pantaleimon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Masters at Work,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Steve Hackett,
The Selecter,
Nik Kershaw,
Mandrill,
The Trojans,
X-102,
Toni Rubio,
the Bar-Kays,
Fad Gadget,
Soft Cell,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.