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 Panama and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Offenders to the grime 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Human League,
Ice-T,
Mark Hollis,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Josef K,
PIL,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
FM Einheit,
The Evens,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cal Tjader,
Smog,
Black Pus,
Brass Construction,
Mr. Review,
The Velvet Underground,
Reuben Wilson,
Moebius,
China Crisis,
In Retrospect,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DJ Style,
Tommy Roe,
Stereo Dub,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Byrd,
the Normal,
Marine Girls,
Bill Near,
The Fall,
Ten City,
Crash Course in Science,
Subhumans,
Judy Mowatt,
Ituana,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Move,
The Blackbyrds,
Andrew Hill,
Freddie Wadling,
The Doobie Brothers,
Buzzcocks,
The Names,
Letta Mbulu,
Technova,
Leonard Cohen,
Symarip,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gun Club,
Gang Green,
B.T. Express,
Banda Bassotti,
MC5,
Bauhaus,
the Slits,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.