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 Italy and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Jesper Dahlback to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Soft Cell,
Amon Düül II,
Jacob Miller,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Blake Baxter,
Niagra,
Parry Music,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Associates,
Minutemen,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
E-Dancer,
Jimmy McGriff,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Beau Brummels,
June of 44,
Moebius,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Echospace,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Skriet,
Hashim,
The Durutti Column,
The Kinks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Harry Pussy,
The Human League,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lindisfarne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Holt,
The Gladiators,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kurtis Blow,
This Heat,
T. Rex,
DJ Sneak,
Howard Jones,
Jerry's Kids,
Harmonia,
Davy DMX,
Skarface,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marc Almond,
cv313,
Erasure,
Scan 7,
Mantronix,
Fatback Band,
Arab on Radar,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Yaz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Max Romeo,
Ten City,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.