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 Guatemala and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes 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 Man Parrish 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Busters,
Camouflage,
Nik Kershaw,
Duran Duran,
The Offenders,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mission of Burma,
Animal Collective,
Rites of Spring,
The Martian,
Radiohead,
John Cale,
EPMD,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gun Club,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Janne Schatter,
Brand Nubian,
Tim Buckley,
Scratch Acid,
Fear,
Marcia Griffiths,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Metal Thangz,
Roger Hodgson,
CMW,
Blake Baxter,
Pussy Galore,
The Grass Roots,
Theoretical Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aaron Thompson,
Ituana,
the Soft Cell,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fugs,
China Crisis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rapeman,
The Smiths,
Colin Newman,
Gang Gang Dance,
Freddie Wadling,
Nirvana,
Visage,
Zapp,
The Motions,
Nick Fraelich,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lightning Bolt,
The Divine Comedy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sällskapet,
Blancmange,
Reagan Youth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
AZ,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Saccharine Trust,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.