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 Tajikistan and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cymande to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Camouflage,
Symarip,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Grass Roots,
Silicon Teens,
The Victims,
Scientists,
Michelle Simonal,
Oneida,
Inner City,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Amon Düül II,
10cc,
Rufus Thomas,
Metal Thangz,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
DJ Sneak,
Bronski Beat,
Girls At Our Best!,
Visage,
The Moleskins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
David Axelrod,
Main Source,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Model 500,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Flag,
Nick Fraelich,
John Holt,
UT,
Jeff Lynne,
The Associates,
The Black Dice,
The Smiths,
Fear,
Glenn Branca,
Dark Day,
The Blues Magoos,
Vladislav Delay,
Colin Newman,
Cecil Taylor,
Von Mondo,
The Techniques,
Gichy Dan,
Sound Behaviour,
Oblivians,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marmalade,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Andrew Hill,
Bill Near,
Grauzone,
The Durutti Column,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The American Breed,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minor Threat,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.