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 United States and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar 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 Girls At Our Best! to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lyres,
Bizarre Inc.,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stetsasonic,
Arthur Verocai,
10cc,
Massinfluence,
Alton Ellis,
A Certain Ratio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Dirtbombs,
Skarface,
Brass Construction,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bad Manners,
The Gladiators,
Swell Maps,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Cale,
Monks,
Fluxion,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Y Pants,
Jesper Dahlback,
Siglo XX,
Donny Hathaway,
Guru Guru,
Delta 5,
The Smiths,
Magma,
Easy Going,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Standells,
Zero Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Barracudas,
Groovy Waters,
Laurel Aitken,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rekid,
Section 25,
This Heat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Young Rascals,
Whodini,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cal Tjader,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soulsonic Force,
X-102,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lungfish,
Suburban Knight,
The Names,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.