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 Argentina and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 China Crisis to the techno 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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Cheater Slicks,
Minutemen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
David McCallum,
Ultra Naté,
Terry Callier,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Raincoats,
The Index,
Royal Trux,
Panda Bear,
Marc Almond,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Leaves,
Sex Pistols,
Intrusion,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soft Cell,
Radiohead,
Newcleus,
Schoolly D,
Gang Starr,
Tim Buckley,
Ronan,
Sugar Minott,
The Happenings,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aural Exciters,
Fatback Band,
Rites of Spring,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brass Construction,
Supertramp,
Boredoms,
Derrick Morgan,
K-Klass,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Byrd,
Marmalade,
the Bar-Kays,
Urselle,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Barracudas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rotary Connection,
The Star Department,
The Golliwogs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Quadrant,
Glambeats Corp.,
Guru Guru,
Gabor Szabo,
Young Marble Giants,
Pussy Galore,
Neu!,
Joe Finger,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.