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 Cameroon and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Icehouse to the dance 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eli Mardock,
The Happenings,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gil Scott Heron,
Man Parrish,
Amazonics,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stereo Dub,
Eurythmics,
Theoretical Girls,
Wings,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sexual Harrassment,
The J.B.'s,
The Dave Clark Five,
World's Most,
Pantaleimon,
Excepter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Sheep,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Kinks,
Grauzone,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minny Pops,
Kayak,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nas,
Dark Day,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Josef K,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aaron Thompson,
B.T. Express,
New Age Steppers,
Bad Manners,
Blossom Toes,
Livin' Joy,
Schoolly D,
Thee Headcoats,
Little Man,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lindisfarne,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Tremeloes,
CMW,
These Immortal Souls,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Bar-Kays,
Procol Harum,
Whodini,
Clear Light,
The Fire Engines,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scott Walker,
Judy Mowatt,
Mark Hollis,
Neil Young,
Graham Central Station,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.