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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro 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 Joe Finger to the grunge 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Sugar Minott,
PIL,
Deakin,
Bill Near,
Jimmy McGriff,
Electric Prunes,
the Association,
Brand Nubian,
48th St. Collective,
Cymande,
Public Image Ltd.,
Accadde A,
Frankie Knuckles,
Parry Music,
The Dead C,
Wire,
Minutemen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Inner City,
Judy Mowatt,
The Dave Clark Five,
Interpol,
Morten Harket,
Steve Hackett,
Circle Jerks,
UT,
Bronski Beat,
Bauhaus,
Scientists,
Rekid,
Danielle Patucci,
Marine Girls,
Prince Buster,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Cale,
Amazonics,
A Certain Ratio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Offenders,
The Motions,
The Fire Engines,
The Cramps,
Lee Hazlewood,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jandek,
Section 25,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soulsonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kayak,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Count Five,
The Cowsills,
Deepchord,
Eve St. Jones,
Archie Shepp,
Intrusion,
Johnny Osbourne,
B.T. Express,
Animal Collective,
Matthew Bourne,
Warsaw,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.