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 Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator 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 Mighty Diamonds to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The J.B.'s,
Agitation Free,
Morten Harket,
The Leaves,
Cheater Slicks,
Johnny Clarke,
Minnie Riperton,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Piero Umiliani,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Smoke,
Danielle Patucci,
Tim Buckley,
Radiohead,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sun City Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lungfish,
The Gun Club,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Blackbyrds,
Dead Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
Malaria!,
The Walker Brothers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Oblivians,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Swans,
Faust,
R.M.O.,
Eddi Front,
Stiv Bators,
Electric Light Orchestra,
E-Dancer,
Ken Boothe,
Radiopuhelimet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pagans,
Camberwell Now,
Crooked Eye,
Vladislav Delay,
The Knickerbockers,
Leonard Cohen,
Bluetip,
Wire,
Average White Band,
Black Flag,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sandy B,
Tommy Roe,
The Selecter,
Patti Smith,
Babytalk,
In Retrospect,
Quantec,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.