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 Finland and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 John Cale to the dance 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Pere Ubu,
The Cowsills,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DJ Style,
Cecil Taylor,
Brick,
Eric Copeland,
T. Rex,
The Zeros,
Monolake,
Cheater Slicks,
Graham Central Station,
Rekid,
The Names,
The Raincoats,
John Holt,
Livin' Joy,
The Saints,
Dennis Brown,
Al Stewart,
Ken Boothe,
Sonny Sharrock,
Carl Craig,
Prince Buster,
China Crisis,
DNA,
Ultimate Spinach,
One Last Wish,
Henry Cow,
Vainqueur,
Scan 7,
The Moody Blues,
Deadbeat,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fugazi,
Aswad,
Scratch Acid,
Pulsallama,
The Doors,
Sugar Minott,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mad Mike,
The Music Machine,
Symarip,
Derrick Morgan,
Fad Gadget,
Joe Finger,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ten City,
Outsiders,
Harmonia,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
R.M.O.,
Jerry's Kids,
Crooked Eye,
Con Funk Shun,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ornette Coleman,
Todd Rundgren,
Soft Cell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deakin,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.