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 Liberia and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Little Man to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ossler,
Moebius,
Jandek,
Todd Terry,
Supertramp,
Ken Boothe,
Wings,
Slave,
Man Eating Sloth,
Monks,
Sexual Harrassment,
X-Ray Spex,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Oneida,
The Sonics,
Sister Nancy,
Matthew Bourne,
David Bowie,
DJ Style,
Bill Wells,
One Last Wish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Outsiders,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wasted Youth,
Alphaville,
In Retrospect,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lyres,
The Selecter,
Trumans Water,
Slick Rick,
Underground Resistance,
ABC,
June of 44,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kas Product,
Pantaleimon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soft Machine,
Surgeon,
Arab on Radar,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Blake Baxter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scrapy,
Icehouse,
D'Angelo,
Au Pairs,
Laurel Aitken,
Harry Pussy,
Man Parrish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joyce Sims,
Smog,
Hardrive,
Qualms,
Simply Red,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.