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 El Salvador and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare 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 Tears for Fears to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Piero Umiliani,
Robert Hood,
PIL,
Quantec,
Television Personalities,
Stiv Bators,
Faust,
The Toasters,
Moss Icon,
The Black Dice,
Johnny Osbourne,
Shuggie Otis,
Cluster,
Slick Rick,
Oneida,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soulsonic Force,
Toni Rubio,
Zero Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
Sight & Sound,
Roy Ayers,
Arcadia,
The Zeros,
Scion,
Soft Cell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bluetip,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Doobie Brothers,
Erykah Badu,
Bill Near,
Roxy Music,
The Velvet Underground,
The Index,
The Remains,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yellowson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eli Mardock,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Human League,
Wings,
Gang Green,
Marvin Gaye,
The Modern Lovers,
Tommy Roe,
Spandau Ballet,
Delta 5,
Jandek,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Thompson Twins,
Y Pants,
The Walker Brothers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eurythmics,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.