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 Panama and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Buzzcocks to the funk 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
The Busters,
Los Fastidios,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Second Layer,
Eve St. Jones,
The Velvet Underground,
Interpol,
Pantaleimon,
Reuben Wilson,
EPMD,
Bronski Beat,
Rotary Connection,
Laurel Aitken,
Arcadia,
Marvin Gaye,
Pierre Henry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Knickerbockers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ken Boothe,
Unwound,
the Human League,
Brothers Johnson,
a-ha,
Stetsasonic,
Sällskapet,
Juan Atkins,
Technova,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sun Ra,
Subhumans,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Standells,
Sister Nancy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Moby Grape,
Dennis Brown,
Freddie Wadling,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cowsills,
Henry Cow,
Gang Starr,
the Association,
Jacques Brel,
DJ Sneak,
E-Dancer,
The Index,
Wire,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Excepter,
The Young Rascals,
Amon Düül,
Steve Hackett,
Jeru the Damaja,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
John Holt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.