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 Macedonia and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Modern Lovers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Agent Orange,
Toni Rubio,
Eden Ahbez,
Sight & Sound,
JFA,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobby Sherman,
Gichy Dan,
Peter & Gordon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Boogie Down Productions,
Moby Grape,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nas,
The Fall,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gun Club,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Blackbyrds,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Slackers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ludus,
Soulsonic Force,
Amon Düül II,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pole,
Little Man,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hardrive,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Vainqueur,
The Trojans,
The Fire Engines,
Soul Sonic Force,
MC5,
New York Dolls,
Henry Cow,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Golliwogs,
Eric Dolphy,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Dirtbombs,
Vladislav Delay,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crime,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Robert Hood,
Liliput,
Deadbeat,
The Associates,
Visage,
Popol Vuh,
The Red Krayola,
World's Most,
Underground Resistance,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.