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 Sri Lanka and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 The Mummies to the crunk 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Black Flag,
Accadde A,
The Dave Clark Five,
Essential Logic,
Joyce Sims,
Rakim,
Bill Near,
Malaria!,
Tim Buckley,
Deepchord,
Jawbox,
KRS-One,
Leonard Cohen,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Sherman,
Stiv Bators,
Funky Four + One,
Freddie Wadling,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Trumans Water,
Gregory Isaacs,
Whodini,
Marine Girls,
Rotary Connection,
Angry Samoans,
Terry Callier,
Pierre Henry,
Tubeway Army,
Adolescents,
Henry Cow,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultravox,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Human League,
The Pretty Things,
Crash Course in Science,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Byrd,
Theoretical Girls,
Darondo,
Minny Pops,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roy Ayers,
Black Moon,
The Associates,
X-102,
Avey Tare,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The United States of America,
Prince Buster,
Moebius,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soft Machine,
Circle Jerks,
Zapp,
Little Man,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.