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 Sri Lanka and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Trumans Water to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sexual Harrassment,
Johnny Clarke,
Absolute Body Control,
Eric Copeland,
Q and Not U,
Mars,
Bobby Byrd,
Amon Düül,
Underground Resistance,
Marcia Griffiths,
Easy Going,
48th St. Collective,
The Invisible,
The Five Americans,
Brothers Johnson,
Arcadia,
Banda Bassotti,
Monolake,
Quando Quango,
Pere Ubu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nico,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ludus,
China Crisis,
The Evens,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Mummies,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joyce Sims,
Grandmaster Flash,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marvin Gaye,
The Raincoats,
Darondo,
Lindisfarne,
Bronski Beat,
the Normal,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Zeros,
Cheater Slicks,
Nas,
Slick Rick,
Malaria!,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Delta 5,
the Germs,
DNA,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dead Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
the Sonics,
Jeff Mills,
the Bar-Kays,
Faraquet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Dirtbombs,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.