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 Lebanon and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Lower 48 to the rap 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
The Dave Clark Five,
Darondo,
The Techniques,
D'Angelo,
Dennis Brown,
Davy DMX,
The Slackers,
Mandrill,
Harry Pussy,
Joe Finger,
Depeche Mode,
Q and Not U,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Pus,
The Standells,
The Trojans,
Chrome,
Prince Buster,
Skarface,
The Modern Lovers,
Harmonia,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Slits,
Monolake,
Talk Talk,
Buzzcocks,
Con Funk Shun,
KRS-One,
Wolf Eyes,
Eurythmics,
Byron Stingily,
Bill Near,
Soul II Soul,
Gichy Dan,
Jerry's Kids,
The Skatalites,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Green,
Faust,
L. Decosne,
Hasil Adkins,
Technova,
the Swans,
Althea and Donna,
Moss Icon,
Roy Ayers,
Suburban Knight,
Peter and Kerry,
Peter & Gordon,
The Moleskins,
Ken Boothe,
Deakin,
Gong,
MDC,
Camberwell Now,
Das Ding,
Drive Like Jehu,
Theoretical Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Patti Smith,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.