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 Somalia and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare 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 Robert Hood to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Warren Ellis,
Kaleidoscope,
Davy DMX,
Bad Manners,
Cecil Taylor,
Massinfluence,
Second Layer,
Nik Kershaw,
Crime,
Gastr Del Sol,
Simply Red,
Joy Division,
Susan Cadogan,
Deadbeat,
The Kinks,
Thompson Twins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Donald Byrd,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Funkadelic,
Banda Bassotti,
The Star Department,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Q65,
Freddie Wadling,
Bluetip,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Harmonia,
Drexciya,
The Gun Club,
X-Ray Spex,
Swans,
Brick,
Symarip,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lalo Schifrin,
Outsiders,
Pantytec,
Essential Logic,
Depeche Mode,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
La Düsseldorf,
Ralphi Rosario,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Public Enemy,
Marc Almond,
Nick Fraelich,
The Invisible,
Camouflage,
Cheater Slicks,
Unrelated Segments,
Quantec,
Ultra Naté,
Rotary Connection,
Rosa Yemen,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.