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 Hungary and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Michael McDonald 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 Electric Prunes to the crunk 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Fluxion,
Pere Ubu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Litter,
Minutemen,
UT,
Rosa Yemen,
Nick Fraelich,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fire Engines,
Colin Newman,
The Fortunes,
DJ Style,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Blossom Toes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Trumans Water,
Ronan,
Mo-Dettes,
Prince Buster,
Avey Tare,
Ludus,
Alphaville,
Joey Negro,
FM Einheit,
Chris & Cosey,
The Moody Blues,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Slackers,
Michelle Simonal,
Easy Going,
Monks,
Neil Young,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Janne Schatter,
The Cramps,
Jacob Miller,
Jeff Mills,
Fat Boys,
Monolake,
Peter & Gordon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Interpol,
MC5,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Lydon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Negative Approach,
Blake Baxter,
The Associates,
Radiohead,
U.S. Maple,
June Days,
Derrick Morgan,
Technova,
Bronski Beat,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.