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 Montenegro and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Dead Boys to the disco 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
X-102,
Bauhaus,
The Raincoats,
Das Ding,
Zero Boys,
Scott Walker,
AZ,
the Germs,
Quadrant,
Duran Duran,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Grass Roots,
Schoolly D,
Main Source,
The Knickerbockers,
The Walker Brothers,
Colin Newman,
Avey Tare,
Thee Headcoats,
T. Rex,
Alton Ellis,
The Skatalites,
Bush Tetras,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang Starr,
Oblivians,
Aswad,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kas Product,
Sister Nancy,
FM Einheit,
The Invisible,
Adolescents,
Byron Stingily,
The Gladiators,
Joy Division,
Silicon Teens,
Inner City,
the Slits,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Television Personalities,
Scan 7,
U.S. Maple,
Fluxion,
The Moody Blues,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Throbbing Gristle,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Make Up,
Althea and Donna,
The Fortunes,
Unrelated Segments,
Susan Cadogan,
The Searchers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Organ,
Vainqueur,
Curtis Mayfield,
Magazine,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.