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 Korea South and from Shanghai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Shoche to the jazz 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
The Move,
Lucky Dragons,
X-Ray Spex,
The Neon Judgement,
The Detroit Cobras,
10cc,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Letta Mbulu,
Henry Cow,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gories,
Sällskapet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roxette,
The Invisible,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Supertramp,
Bauhaus,
Iggy Pop,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jesper Dahlback,
Model 500,
Bang On A Can,
Warsaw,
Marc Almond,
Mo-Dettes,
Jeff Lynne,
Flash Fearless,
a-ha,
MDC,
the Normal,
Matthew Bourne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nick Fraelich,
Wasted Youth,
T.S.O.L.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
MC5,
The Sonics,
Camouflage,
Fela Kuti,
Whodini,
The Happenings,
Godley & Creme,
Scott Walker,
Khruangbin,
Amon Düül,
Idris Muhammad,
Mantronix,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jerry's Kids,
Liliput,
Inner City,
Main Source,
John Holt,
ABBA,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultra Naté,
Byron Stingily,
Harmonia,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.