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 Turkey and from Taipei.
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 Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 Kas Product to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Glenn Branca,
Swell Maps,
Quando Quango,
Minnie Riperton,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Television,
Eric Dolphy,
Cymande,
New Age Steppers,
the Germs,
Rosa Yemen,
This Heat,
The Blues Magoos,
Bill Near,
The Selecter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Real Kids,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rapeman,
Radiopuhelimet,
T.S.O.L.,
Ten City,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mo-Dettes,
Vladislav Delay,
Brothers Johnson,
Roxette,
Joey Negro,
Rekid,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang Starr,
Aloha Tigers,
Pole,
Slick Rick,
Organ,
Matthew Bourne,
The Barracudas,
Andrew Hill,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ornette Coleman,
Johnny Clarke,
Bootsy Collins,
10cc,
Porter Ricks,
Scrapy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Human League,
Franke,
David McCallum,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Blake Baxter,
D'Angelo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ituana,
The Wake,
Alison Limerick,
The Cure,
Gerry Rafferty,
David Bowie,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.