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 Poland and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Underground Resistance to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Thee Headcoats,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang of Four,
Swell Maps,
Angry Samoans,
Essential Logic,
Goldenarms,
X-102,
Negative Approach,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Glenn Branca,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Icehouse,
the Bar-Kays,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Piero Umiliani,
The Busters,
Q and Not U,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kas Product,
Lou Christie,
Trumans Water,
The Modern Lovers,
Matthew Bourne,
Janne Schatter,
Wire,
The Evens,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Slits,
the Association,
Dawn Penn,
The Motions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ten City,
Sex Pistols,
Suburban Knight,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Juan Atkins,
One Last Wish,
Interpol,
Royal Trux,
Rosa Yemen,
The Seeds,
Ludus,
Siglo XX,
Public Enemy,
Schoolly D,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pulsallama,
A Certain Ratio,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultra Naté,
Robert Görl,
Spandau Ballet,
Von Mondo,
Kerri Chandler,
ABC,
Livin' Joy,
Jacques Brel,
Amazonics,
Aural Exciters,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.