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 Venezuela and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Smiths to the techno 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Babytalk,
Sixth Finger,
Rakim,
The Divine Comedy,
10cc,
Wings,
Sugar Minott,
Erasure,
Slave,
Harmonia,
Rufus Thomas,
the Sonics,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Saints,
Easy Going,
Joe Finger,
China Crisis,
David Axelrod,
Joey Negro,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Dave Clark Five,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minny Pops,
The Barracudas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hot Snakes,
Bauhaus,
Young Marble Giants,
48th St. Collective,
The Smiths,
Chrome,
Michelle Simonal,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sex Pistols,
The Star Department,
Vladislav Delay,
Yellowson,
Joe Smooth,
Siglo XX,
EPMD,
The Victims,
Prince Buster,
X-Ray Spex,
Boogie Down Productions,
JFA,
Shuggie Otis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Moby Grape,
Excepter,
Smog,
The Smoke,
Pantytec,
Scott Walker,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Silicon Teens,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
FM Einheit,
Oblivians,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.