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 Kuwait and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe 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 J.B.'s to the dance 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minnie Riperton,
The Leaves,
Desert Stars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joe Smooth,
Barbara Tucker,
The Beau Brummels,
Deadbeat,
Underground Resistance,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Drive Like Jehu,
Boz Scaggs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Doobie Brothers,
The United States of America,
Maurizio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Knickerbockers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jeff Lynne,
Juan Atkins,
Zero Boys,
Electric Prunes,
The Zeros,
Saccharine Trust,
Minutemen,
Thee Headcoats,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Trumans Water,
Janne Schatter,
Quadrant,
Darondo,
Youth Brigade,
Index,
The Grass Roots,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Smog,
Moby Grape,
Main Source,
The Tremeloes,
Schoolly D,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
F. McDonald,
Public Image Ltd.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
T.S.O.L.,
Spandau Ballet,
Bluetip,
Bill Wells,
Stockholm Monsters,
MDC,
Arab on Radar,
Franke,
Procol Harum,
ABBA,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.