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 Guinea and from Columbus.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Depeche Mode to the funk 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deakin,
Deepchord,
Peter and Kerry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Goldenarms,
The Sonics,
Magma,
Bluetip,
Whodini,
Jeff Lynne,
10cc,
Franke,
Ponytail,
Heaven 17,
The Birthday Party,
The Misunderstood,
Theoretical Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mad Mike,
The Index,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cluster,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
D'Angelo,
Neil Young,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barry Ungar,
T. Rex,
Malaria!,
Wings,
Pole,
The Move,
Gong,
Ossler,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Sherman,
Roger Hodgson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Severed Heads,
The Smoke,
Harmonia,
Bang On A Can,
Animal Collective,
Al Stewart,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cecil Taylor,
Crime,
Fluxion,
Lucky Dragons,
Glenn Branca,
Nils Olav,
Tommy Roe,
Massinfluence,
K-Klass,
The Saints,
Absolute Body Control,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.