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 Nauru and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 Tom Boy to the rock 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Jandek,
Sugar Minott,
Drexciya,
L. Decosne,
Tommy Roe,
Crime,
Ultra Naté,
Goldenarms,
Ronnie Foster,
The Slackers,
Schoolly D,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Q and Not U,
Cal Tjader,
Rotary Connection,
The Slits,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Susan Cadogan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Black Dice,
The Misunderstood,
the Association,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dave Gahan,
Supertramp,
Wings,
Kenny Larkin,
Bill Near,
Trumans Water,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lee Hazlewood,
Johnny Clarke,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Neon Judgement,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
T. Rex,
Jimmy McGriff,
Godley & Creme,
Nico,
Leonard Cohen,
Eurythmics,
Piero Umiliani,
James White and The Blacks,
Boz Scaggs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lightning Bolt,
John Lydon,
Bill Wells,
Von Mondo,
The Cramps,
8 Eyed Spy,
H. Thieme,
Chris Corsano,
Youth Brigade,
Zero Boys,
Eric Copeland,
The Trojans,
Dennis Brown,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.