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 Zimbabwe and from London.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mojo Men to the grunge 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cowsills,
These Immortal Souls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ossler,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roxette,
Gang of Four,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Selecter,
Negative Approach,
Grey Daturas,
Fear,
Brass Construction,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sex Pistols,
Stiv Bators,
The Dead C,
Bob Dylan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joyce Sims,
The Misunderstood,
Gang Green,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Womack,
Little Man,
Traffic Nightmare,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Magma,
Half Japanese,
Fat Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
X-101,
Joy Division,
Maurizio,
David McCallum,
The Doors,
Kas Product,
John Lydon,
Pole,
The Wake,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bill Wells,
Sexual Harrassment,
Blake Baxter,
Michelle Simonal,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Shoche,
Crispy Ambulance,
Newcleus,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Searchers,
Agent Orange,
Scan 7,
Pantytec,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Steve Hackett,
Symarip,
Laurel Aitken,
Sällskapet,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.