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 Congo and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Neil Young to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Animal Collective,
Cluster,
DNA,
Interpol,
The Seeds,
Nas,
Patti Smith,
Warsaw,
Morten Harket,
The Sonics,
Von Mondo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Malaria!,
The Barracudas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rosa Yemen,
Electric Prunes,
Arthur Verocai,
Barrington Levy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mission of Burma,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fat Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
Sex Pistols,
Gichy Dan,
The Trojans,
Janne Schatter,
Section 25,
X-102,
A Certain Ratio,
The Offenders,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Pop Group,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Wake,
Marvin Gaye,
Crooked Eye,
Tom Boy,
Rod Modell,
New Order,
The Motions,
Urselle,
Steve Hackett,
Scott Walker,
John Lydon,
Delta 5,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Misunderstood,
Joey Negro,
Lyres,
Pylon,
The Human League,
the Soft Cell,
Scrapy,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.