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 Houston.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba 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 The Modern Lovers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
CMW,
Terrestrial Tones,
Qualms,
Sight & Sound,
Heaven 17,
Fela Kuti,
Joyce Sims,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Panda Bear,
The Birthday Party,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rites of Spring,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Normal,
Soft Cell,
Sällskapet,
Bush Tetras,
Iggy Pop,
Deakin,
Nils Olav,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
June Days,
John Cale,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Maurizio,
The Neon Judgement,
Agitation Free,
Mandrill,
Eve St. Jones,
Anakelly,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fire Engines,
Goldenarms,
Unwound,
Dark Day,
Barrington Levy,
Brand Nubian,
Mr. Review,
Janne Schatter,
X-101,
Fugazi,
The Buckinghams,
Silicon Teens,
John Lydon,
MC5,
Slave,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rhythm & Sound,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Gerry Rafferty,
Niagra,
The Doors,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.