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 Hungary and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro 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 Depeche Mode to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Tomorrow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Michelle Simonal,
Goldenarms,
Jeff Mills,
The Fall,
Iggy Pop,
The Durutti Column,
Althea and Donna,
Pierre Henry,
Prince Buster,
Q and Not U,
Bootsy Collins,
Metal Thangz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Popol Vuh,
Talk Talk,
Outsiders,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deadbeat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joensuu 1685,
Sparks,
Symarip,
Kayak,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Smiths,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camberwell Now,
FM Einheit,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scrapy,
Television Personalities,
Leonard Cohen,
The Saints,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Christie,
Faraquet,
Nas,
Trumans Water,
Jerry's Kids,
DNA,
Cybotron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Second Layer,
Toni Rubio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Country Teasers,
Rites of Spring,
The Cramps,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Subhumans,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.