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 Costa Rica and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 T.S.O.L. to the electroclash 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Chris Corsano,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kurtis Blow,
Y Pants,
Model 500,
Deadbeat,
The Blues Magoos,
The Zeros,
One Last Wish,
a-ha,
KRS-One,
Faraquet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aaron Thompson,
The Dirtbombs,
Fatback Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rakim,
The Mojo Men,
Roy Ayers,
Blake Baxter,
the Association,
Peter & Gordon,
Roger Hodgson,
Vladislav Delay,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Loose Ends,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Peter and Kerry,
Susan Cadogan,
Jawbox,
The Slackers,
OOIOO,
Amazonics,
Anakelly,
Stetsasonic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Angry Samoans,
New York Dolls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Cale,
Index,
Surgeon,
The Last Poets,
Urselle,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sight & Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lakeside,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Quando Quango,
In Retrospect,
Barry Ungar,
Arab on Radar,
CMW,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.