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 Liechtenstein and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 John Foxx 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Tim Buckley,
Tom Boy,
Unwound,
the Soft Cell,
Pagans,
Howard Jones,
Los Fastidios,
Sugar Minott,
MDC,
Young Marble Giants,
Q and Not U,
June of 44,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lindisfarne,
Adolescents,
Tears for Fears,
Qualms,
In Retrospect,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Todd Rundgren,
Cymande,
Half Japanese,
10cc,
the Slits,
Arab on Radar,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mission of Burma,
8 Eyed Spy,
Spoonie Gee,
48th St. Collective,
Grandmaster Flash,
Youth Brigade,
Kool Moe Dee,
Unrelated Segments,
The Dead C,
Y Pants,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultimate Spinach,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Walker Brothers,
Vladislav Delay,
Iggy Pop,
Can,
Chrome,
Sunsets and Hearts,
New Order,
Niagra,
Amon Düül,
Slave,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tubeway Army,
Dark Day,
Easy Going,
The Mojo Men,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Shadows of Knight,
Boogie Down Productions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Second Layer,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.