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 Bahamas and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Chrome,
The Raincoats,
Nick Fraelich,
kango's stein massive,
The Buckinghams,
Quantec,
Amon Düül,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Todd Rundgren,
Avey Tare,
Icehouse,
Fluxion,
Lou Christie,
Alice Coltrane,
Model 500,
Gil Scott Heron,
Smog,
Hashim,
Letta Mbulu,
Lalann,
Scott Walker,
Spandau Ballet,
Jandek,
Sandy B,
Warren Ellis,
Michelle Simonal,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grey Daturas,
Wolf Eyes,
Bauhaus,
Kurtis Blow,
Talk Talk,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pantytec,
The Red Krayola,
Groovy Waters,
Wally Richardson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cameo,
Little Man,
Sister Nancy,
Byron Stingily,
John Holt,
Inner City,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Cowsills,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Litter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roger Hodgson,
Ludus,
Kayak,
Suburban Knight,
The J.B.'s,
Mr. Review,
Sonny Sharrock,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brick,
Connie Case,
John Cale,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.