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 Denmark and from London.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Zero Boys to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Buzzcocks,
Severed Heads,
Sun City Girls,
Hoover,
The Index,
Sight & Sound,
Circle Jerks,
Bad Manners,
The Toasters,
The Names,
Lebanon Hanover,
Unrelated Segments,
Blossom Toes,
Deadbeat,
Main Source,
Dave Gahan,
Metal Thangz,
Second Layer,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
D'Angelo,
The New Christs,
Max Romeo,
Outsiders,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gerry Rafferty,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Young Marble Giants,
Ronnie Foster,
Skriet,
Rekid,
The Slits,
Suburban Knight,
Wally Richardson,
Magma,
Davy DMX,
Reagan Youth,
Youth Brigade,
Joey Negro,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Offenders,
Bobby Byrd,
Camberwell Now,
Underground Resistance,
Index,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hasil Adkins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Suicide,
F. McDonald,
Cameo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fear,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fat Boys,
John Holt,
Silicon Teens,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.