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 Greece and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe 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 Outsiders to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Marc Almond,
Alison Limerick,
Fat Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Reed,
T.S.O.L.,
Max Romeo,
Das Ding,
Ohio Players,
Oneida,
The Neon Judgement,
Joensuu 1685,
The Young Rascals,
The Saints,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yaz,
Stockholm Monsters,
Patti Smith,
Aloha Tigers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fear,
Ultra Naté,
The Invisible,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Real Kids,
Gichy Dan,
Ten City,
Curtis Mayfield,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barclay James Harvest,
Simply Red,
Jandek,
Dennis Brown,
Amon Düül,
The Birthday Party,
Iggy Pop,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Goldenarms,
The Knickerbockers,
Babytalk,
The Monochrome Set,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
David Bowie,
Colin Newman,
Eve St. Jones,
The Durutti Column,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gories,
Quando Quango,
Circle Jerks,
Tommy Roe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bronski Beat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nick Fraelich,
X-102,
Pylon,
The Fall,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.