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 Maldives and from New York.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Reagan Youth to the disco 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord 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 marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Talk Talk,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Slave,
Arcadia,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cowsills,
Los Fastidios,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Vogues,
Patti Smith,
Camouflage,
Mark Hollis,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fortunes,
Technova,
Kas Product,
Young Marble Giants,
The Litter,
Surgeon,
Joey Negro,
ABC,
F. McDonald,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Sonics,
Terrestrial Tones,
Depeche Mode,
Sound Behaviour,
the Slits,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
X-102,
John Holt,
The Invisible,
Joe Finger,
Kenny Larkin,
John Lydon,
Alton Ellis,
Smog,
Robert Wyatt,
Godley & Creme,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mission of Burma,
Peter and Kerry,
Liliput,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Doors,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Heaven 17,
Babytalk,
Connie Case,
Livin' Joy,
Tom Boy,
Pagans,
New York Dolls,
Nico,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kerri Chandler,
Tomorrow,
Jacob Miller,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.