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 Oman and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 EPMD to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Black Bananas,
Chris & Cosey,
Wire,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Searchers,
Brick,
Franke,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Motions,
Yazoo,
The Fugs,
John Lydon,
Josef K,
Main Source,
The Kinks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minutemen,
Lightning Bolt,
The Trojans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
ABBA,
Massinfluence,
Make Up,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Litter,
DJ Style,
Bluetip,
Monks,
Negative Approach,
Oneida,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Busters,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Residents,
D'Angelo,
Saccharine Trust,
Das Ding,
Maleditus Sound,
Sparks,
Aural Exciters,
Rosa Yemen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Unwound,
Mad Mike,
The Grass Roots,
The Leaves,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sexual Harrassment,
Radio Birdman,
Soft Machine,
The Durutti Column,
Jimmy McGriff,
June of 44,
Bronski Beat,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.