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 Croatia and from New York.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
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 clarinet 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 Oblivians to the disco 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Urselle,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mandrill,
Derrick May,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gories,
Pylon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gabor Szabo,
Patti Smith,
Siglo XX,
Camouflage,
Lebanon Hanover,
Qualms,
Lou Christie,
cv313,
Bizarre Inc.,
Warsaw,
The Cramps,
Minor Threat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Count Five,
Amazonics,
Chrome,
Boz Scaggs,
The Saints,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Zapp,
Faust,
Marine Girls,
Youth Brigade,
Interpol,
Joe Smooth,
Graham Central Station,
Ituana,
The Mojo Men,
The Trojans,
Pulsallama,
Connie Case,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nirvana,
Grauzone,
Lyres,
Joey Negro,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lungfish,
Chris Corsano,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Agitation Free,
Scrapy,
The Motions,
The Tremeloes,
Crooked Eye,
Judy Mowatt,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultravox,
Theoretical Girls,
R.M.O.,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.