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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 the Swans to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Stereo Dub,
Sex Pistols,
Babytalk,
Erykah Badu,
John Holt,
Juan Atkins,
Swell Maps,
Erasure,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Banda Bassotti,
Mission of Burma,
Heaven 17,
The Detroit Cobras,
Radio Birdman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Desert Stars,
Boogie Down Productions,
Zero Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Victims,
Crooked Eye,
Skriet,
Eurythmics,
Marvin Gaye,
Todd Rundgren,
Guru Guru,
Max Romeo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Matthew Bourne,
These Immortal Souls,
Skaos,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jerry's Kids,
Mad Mike,
Amazonics,
James White and The Blacks,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Bar-Kays,
X-Ray Spex,
Icehouse,
Mr. Review,
The Doors,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Thee Headcoats,
Dawn Penn,
Nirvana,
Outsiders,
The Leaves,
Oneida,
Marine Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
Delta 5,
Minnie Riperton,
Shoche,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Germs,
Bush Tetras,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.