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 Italy and from Columbus.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba 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 Joy Division to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Desert Stars,
Iggy Pop,
Flipper,
The Saints,
Procol Harum,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Heaven 17,
Eurythmics,
Toni Rubio,
the Germs,
Danielle Patucci,
Theoretical Girls,
World's Most,
Ohio Players,
The Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Sonics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Organ,
Shoche,
Jawbox,
UT,
Ultravox,
The Cowsills,
Duran Duran,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gap Band,
Joe Smooth,
David Axelrod,
Animal Collective,
Dead Boys,
Roy Ayers,
ABC,
Skriet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Niagra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rhythm & Sound,
L. Decosne,
Essential Logic,
These Immortal Souls,
Mars,
Suburban Knight,
Fugazi,
Public Enemy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ice-T,
the Normal,
Tommy Roe,
Stiv Bators,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Spandau Ballet,
JFA,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Max Romeo,
In Retrospect,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
X-Ray Spex,
DJ Style,
Alton Ellis,
June Days,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.