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 Russia and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Robert Palmer 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 Eddi Front to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Faraquet,
Fad Gadget,
Von Mondo,
Scan 7,
Gil Scott Heron,
Max Romeo,
The Sound,
Minutemen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Dave Clark Five,
June of 44,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ossler,
Black Flag,
Swans,
Fear,
Charles Mingus,
The Modern Lovers,
Sugar Minott,
UT,
Hoover,
Amon Düül,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dual Sessions,
the Association,
Eric Copeland,
Junior Murvin,
Roy Ayers,
The Slackers,
The Invisible,
Mars,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Five Americans,
the Human League,
Echospace,
Eli Mardock,
The Mojo Men,
OOIOO,
Terry Callier,
Rotary Connection,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Symarip,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Warsaw,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Foxx,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sällskapet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Susan Cadogan,
Heaven 17,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minny Pops,
This Heat,
Niagra,
Spoonie Gee,
Henry Cow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alphaville,
The Raincoats,
Flipper,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.