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 Solomon Islands and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator 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 Joey Negro to the dance 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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Todd Terry,
Roger Hodgson,
Quadrant,
The Moody Blues,
The American Breed,
The Fire Engines,
Steve Hackett,
The Pretty Things,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cowsills,
Yazoo,
Lightning Bolt,
The Sound,
Josef K,
Severed Heads,
The Zeros,
Urselle,
The Barracudas,
Rotary Connection,
Nico,
X-102,
Goldenarms,
Delta 5,
Brick,
Q and Not U,
Flipper,
Procol Harum,
Jeff Lynne,
Wally Richardson,
Sun City Girls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lungfish,
Letta Mbulu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Technova,
Kerri Chandler,
Monks,
Parry Music,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pylon,
The Selecter,
Bad Manners,
The Raincoats,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soul Sonic Force,
Con Funk Shun,
Chris & Cosey,
The Leaves,
MDC,
Ultravox,
The Dirtbombs,
Deakin,
T. Rex,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Cale,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Heaven 17,
Adolescents,
PIL,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.