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 Syria 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 A Certain Ratio to the punk 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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Sex Pistols,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ronnie Foster,
The Modern Lovers,
Organ,
The Standells,
MC5,
Susan Cadogan,
Livin' Joy,
The Vogues,
Pole,
Country Teasers,
The Index,
Arab on Radar,
Brass Construction,
Absolute Body Control,
Fugazi,
Graham Central Station,
Whodini,
The Seeds,
Fluxion,
Stiv Bators,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Remains,
Harmonia,
Don Cherry,
Black Moon,
The New Christs,
Talk Talk,
Minutemen,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Sherman,
Fela Kuti,
Ice-T,
Terry Callier,
Soft Machine,
Joey Negro,
Duran Duran,
Schoolly D,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Thee Headcoats,
Scott Walker,
The Raincoats,
Depeche Mode,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Intrusion,
The Sisters of Mercy,
kango's stein massive,
The Beau Brummels,
The Moleskins,
the Association,
The Pretty Things,
Cheater Slicks,
Neu!,
The Electric Prunes,
The Offenders,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Man Eating Sloth,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.