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 Andorra and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
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 synthesizer 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 Television Personalities to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Cameo,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang Green,
Symarip,
Rotary Connection,
K-Klass,
Connie Case,
Junior Murvin,
Johnny Osbourne,
Circle Jerks,
Hashim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
R.M.O.,
Kenny Larkin,
OOIOO,
Fad Gadget,
Sandy B,
Alphaville,
Bronski Beat,
The Last Poets,
Duran Duran,
Anakelly,
Sällskapet,
Swell Maps,
Clear Light,
Max Romeo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Negative Approach,
Peter and Kerry,
Nirvana,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Little Man,
Steve Hackett,
Reuben Wilson,
The Misunderstood,
Jeru the Damaja,
Das Ding,
Blake Baxter,
Audionom,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Outsiders,
John Coltrane,
Chris & Cosey,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Howard Jones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cymande,
LL Cool J,
One Last Wish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sarah Menescal,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Durutti Column,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mandrill,
Ultimate Spinach,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.