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 Jordan and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Barry Ungar to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Absolute Body Control,
Byron Stingily,
The American Breed,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Moody Blues,
Bluetip,
The Fugs,
Tres Demented,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Sonics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Archie Shepp,
Essential Logic,
The Gun Club,
Howard Jones,
Simply Red,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Index,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Terry Callier,
Jeff Lynne,
Basic Channel,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fall,
Vladislav Delay,
Yellowson,
Spandau Ballet,
Barbara Tucker,
Japan,
Dark Day,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Swell Maps,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bauhaus,
La Düsseldorf,
Patti Smith,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Sheep,
The Barracudas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joensuu 1685,
Donald Byrd,
The Modern Lovers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Todd Rundgren,
Graham Central Station,
Underground Resistance,
Rotary Connection,
Janne Schatter,
Shuggie Otis,
Dead Boys,
Bush Tetras,
Audionom,
Derrick Morgan,
Delta 5,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Christie,
Sister Nancy,
Thee Headcoats,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.