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 Honduras and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Skarface,
Tears for Fears,
Brass Construction,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scan 7,
Inner City,
Andrew Hill,
Essential Logic,
Sex Pistols,
Zero Boys,
The Misunderstood,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Swell Maps,
Circle Jerks,
Duran Duran,
Boredoms,
Suicide,
Television Personalities,
Connie Case,
Ultravox,
Amon Düül II,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Chris & Cosey,
Blossom Toes,
Theoretical Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
Nas,
U.S. Maple,
Pierre Henry,
Marmalade,
Minny Pops,
The Wake,
Harmonia,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fuzztones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
EPMD,
Thee Headcoats,
Frankie Knuckles,
ABC,
Harpers Bizarre,
Man Parrish,
Peter & Gordon,
Japan,
the Bar-Kays,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Reed,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sexual Harrassment,
Q65,
Brand Nubian,
Minnie Riperton,
Bill Wells,
Flipper,
The Black Dice,
Joe Smooth,
Barry Ungar,
Pole,
Average White Band,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.