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 Cambodia and from Manila.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Howard Jones to the rock 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
The Wake,
Kayak,
Cal Tjader,
Banda Bassotti,
The Happenings,
Visage,
The Leaves,
Livin' Joy,
Maleditus Sound,
Das Ding,
The Birthday Party,
Lucky Dragons,
Slave,
ABC,
AZ,
The Gun Club,
Kurtis Blow,
Bad Manners,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Heaven 17,
Eric Copeland,
The Sonics,
Aural Exciters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fugazi,
Kerri Chandler,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pulsallama,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Youth Brigade,
Harmonia,
Aloha Tigers,
Arthur Verocai,
The Dirtbombs,
cv313,
Excepter,
Ponytail,
Flash Fearless,
Bizarre Inc.,
Intrusion,
48th St. Collective,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Altered Images,
EPMD,
Jawbox,
The Mojo Men,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Pop Group,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Oneida,
Yazoo,
The J.B.'s,
Flipper,
Lyres,
Aaron Thompson,
Ten City,
Black Sheep,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.