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 New Zealand and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 Graham Central Station to the grime 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Deadbeat,
Stetsasonic,
Ice-T,
Heaven 17,
The Cowsills,
Altered Images,
James White and The Blacks,
Rosa Yemen,
CMW,
Minor Threat,
Ultra Naté,
Letta Mbulu,
Bootsy Collins,
Schoolly D,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Absolute Body Control,
Ludus,
Fatback Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Byrd,
Juan Atkins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camberwell Now,
The Residents,
Bronski Beat,
Tom Boy,
Model 500,
Scion,
Max Romeo,
Das Ding,
Gang of Four,
The Human League,
Skaos,
The Busters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Circle Jerks,
The Moleskins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joensuu 1685,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
X-102,
Byron Stingily,
Slave,
T. Rex,
Stiv Bators,
Eli Mardock,
Bob Dylan,
Roy Ayers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bush Tetras,
The Count Five,
Robert Hood,
Leonard Cohen,
Yellowson,
Al Stewart,
The Durutti Column,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Detroit Cobras,
Moss Icon,
Buzzcocks,
Iggy Pop,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.