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 Lesotho and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crispy Ambulance,
ABBA,
Howard Jones,
Robert Wyatt,
New Age Steppers,
Soulsonic Force,
The Sonics,
Harmonia,
The Stooges,
the Human League,
Prince Buster,
Jacob Miller,
The Raincoats,
Unwound,
Monks,
Byron Stingily,
The Music Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Amon Düül,
The Fuzztones,
Letta Mbulu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Oneida,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sex Pistols,
The Red Krayola,
CMW,
Rites of Spring,
Terry Callier,
Suicide,
Max Romeo,
Neu!,
Pantytec,
Altered Images,
Dave Gahan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Popol Vuh,
Nation of Ulysses,
Reuben Wilson,
Smog,
Crime,
Man Parrish,
Pere Ubu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hoover,
Con Funk Shun,
Rekid,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Coltrane,
Eddi Front,
the Germs,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cramps,
Dark Day,
Depeche Mode,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.