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 Dominican Republic and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Electric Light Orchestra 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
T.S.O.L.,
Camouflage,
L. Decosne,
Main Source,
The Toasters,
The Human League,
The Smoke,
Blake Baxter,
FM Einheit,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joey Negro,
Jacob Miller,
The Evens,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Los Fastidios,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Excepter,
Quando Quango,
Bill Near,
Soft Cell,
Nils Olav,
Mr. Review,
Funkadelic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Electric Prunes,
The Zeros,
Jandek,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sex Pistols,
Zero Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Dirtbombs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Young Marble Giants,
Cheater Slicks,
Brick,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Agent Orange,
Matthew Halsall,
David Axelrod,
Joyce Sims,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Sherman,
Au Pairs,
Deadbeat,
Heaven 17,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Thee Headcoats,
Lyres,
Arthur Verocai,
The Angels of Light,
The Associates,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fela Kuti,
Reagan Youth,
The Beau Brummels,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.