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 Croatia and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar 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 Pulsallama to the punk 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets 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?
Bluetip,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Detroit Cobras,
Thee Headcoats,
The Victims,
The Vogues,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultra Naté,
The Birthday Party,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nils Olav,
Pantytec,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gladiators,
The Count Five,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Soft Cell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Letta Mbulu,
The Last Poets,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Foxx,
Dark Day,
Joe Finger,
Minor Threat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hasil Adkins,
The Busters,
The Buckinghams,
Inner City,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yaz,
Kenny Larkin,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fugs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Talk Talk,
Nas,
Masters at Work,
Unwound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Music Machine,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fugazi,
Q65,
The Sound,
Blossom Toes,
Jeff Mills,
X-Ray Spex,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The J.B.'s,
Eli Mardock,
Roger Hodgson,
Pulsallama,
Oblivians,
Royal Trux,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.